I know this isn't my usual way of promoting a publication--using a blog entry, that is--but I feel I should explain "Never Taken" a little more. See, at first the story is going to seem a little bit on the gory side, but it real is about the mind-trip, the cerebral attack. The story is more about the thought than the actual events, as some horror stories tend to be.
However, there is a little more blood-slinging than usual, because--well--when you write horror stories you kind of want to do it for fun time to time again. Of course, that sounds a little irrational. Perhaps, insane. But that doesn't mean you good people won't enjoy it.
So, go out and cling your hot little hands on the upcoming issue of Blood Moon Rising Magazine. It has one of the few high-physicality themes that you might ever see in my work, while still focusing on the psychological thrill. I might not be what you expect, but I'm confident you'll like it.
Ball State Winter
Overzealous Old Man Winter pisses me off, and not just because I am constantly battling the ice for the sake of my unbruised ass-cheeks. The snow bothers me because most people stay inside. Sure, we'd all like to have a winter in Indiana that didn't require almost a foot of snow and unplowable roads, but that doesn't mean we should avoid the winter like a four-foot tall, elderly driver without ineffective eyeglasses.
Sorry grandmas and grandpas.
Quite frankly, I would love to build a big-ass snowman. However, such a feat cannot be overcome by one individual without him or her becoming ill. I guess a cliche is unavoidable here. When life gives you lemons . . .
I'll admit this isn't much of a blog. It is anything but informative. It's not even about literature. I, C.M. Humphries, would just like to encourage you to accept the snowfall, especially in Indiana, and embrace with the widest opened arms you can. Have fun, and before you can even think about it, spring will be here; then summer. Chin up; zipper up. Keep warm. Tell the snow you're in control, and make a ton of hot chocolate. Or coffee. Or both.
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