Little Red and the Surly Bear: a Not-So-Common Launch Party Post

Hello, lovelies! It’s time to party. Literally. I’m launching a new book, LITTLE RED AND THE SURLY BEAR, and I’m hosting a party with giveaways and all of that fun stuff over on Facebook, Instagram, and twitter. You should come join me! Okay, I’ll try to limit the cheese, but I’m trying something new-ish, and that’s scary, so…

Good Guys and Bad Guys and Why They Look The Same by Lawrence Berry

Transmundane Press believes in evil, it’s the good they’re not sure about. In writing Abra, I couldn’t find a hero. Everyone was as real as breakfast toast and no one was about to win the citizen of the year award from their town. Saints have been in extemely limited supply in my part of the world….

The Tale Writes Itself by Lawrence Berry

One of the things I did for fun in 2018 was put together Monstrous Friends, a series of interviews with well-known horror writers. In pursuing an interview with Stephen Graham Jones on writing and submitting short stories to current markets, he advised throwing out the first four ideas before carefully weighing the originality of ideas…

Darkening Air by DJ Tyrer

It’s in me. I can feel it in me as I drive down the darkening highway. It’s in me – and, it wants to get out. Growling, howling, demanding me to let it free. I can feel the ripple of it beneath my skin. It wants to get out. I wince. My head hurts. My…

Free as the Air by Jean Roberta

Air has always been associated with freedom, but as Janice Joplin sang in the late 1960s, “Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.” Road-trip stories about colorful characters traveling from place to place appeal to readers who feel trapped in their jobs and their relationships, burdened by debt and by dependents, whether these…

The Cost of Air by J.S. Rogers

The Deadlands and the rare safe spots dotted across them were an idea that grew in my mind for a long time before I sat down to work on “Waystation VII,” where average people try to make it through a ruined world where travel is restricted  by factors so far beyond the control of most…

IN THE AIR Story Inspirations by Daniel M. Kimmel

After a long career writing non-fiction, journalism, and film criticism (the latter of which I still do), I started to have some luck writing fiction.  One of the mysteries that continues to fascinate me is the spark that inspires the creation of a resulting story.  It can be all sorts of things. In the case…

Examining Space: a Terrifying Beauty by Alisha Costanzo

I have always been fascinated with outer space. The moon. When it’s full and big, I feel like I can just jump up and grab it, like it was meant to be explored for the mere beauty of its existence. The more I learned about space and what we knew, what we didn’t, what might…

A Little Eye-Opening by Stephen Coghlan

Be it action, be it fantasy, be it science fiction. No matter what we write, it always helps to throw in a little research, even if it is just speculatory. Granted, there may be no better place to explore such wonderful guesses as in the world of speculative literature. Speculative is the name of the…

Promethia as Lore by Kelly J. Massey

Four years ago, I began writing about the world, Flidais, for my Elemental Affinity series. It’s a little like our Earth, but Flidais is remarkable because in times of trouble it grants elemental powers to a chosen few to save humanity and ultimately, the planet itself, from her inhabitants’ destructiveness. While writing this epic science…

An Explanatory Note on Hyalads by Adrik Kemp

There is much to be said for elemental spirits in folklore. There are dryads for the trees, mermaids and sprites for the water and air, demons for fire and gods for thunder. But when you start to veer away from the elements into manmade territory, these myths and legends start to become more scarce. In…

Transcendence by Brendan Foley

“My name was Cornelius Stack, and I have been lost to the wind for over a hundred years. Or so I think. I suppose I was once like you. I can remember the feel of skin, of my fingertips as they brushed against pieces of paper, played against the bark of a tree. I can…