I have a little problem.
It's spring, I am eating pastel M&Ms, baby calves are running in farm fields around town...
...and I am not in the mood to write horror.
I'm too happy.
My latest novel is waiting for edits and then submission to agents, and I am thinking of tackling my "coconut" horror novel.
What I really would rather do is to run down to a beach somewhere and sip coconut under the shade of an umbrella.
My name is Jewel. Welcome to my blog!
As a young girl growing up in the Philippines, I always hoped for storms so ferocious that school would have to be cancelled. And when it was cancelled, my siblings and I got to stay home. Usually there was no electricity, which we called "black out".
Who cared about the storm outside when we had wax from the candle, to mold into a human shape and stick pins in...just kidding, we weren't really into voodoo. Anyway, along with the wax sculpting, we exchanged suspenseful stories, of ghosts and aswang and the mananaggal.
This blog is dedicated to that spine-tingling story, of things imagined or real. Come on in, grab a blob of wax and join me around the table.
Who cared about the storm outside when we had wax from the candle, to mold into a human shape and stick pins in...just kidding, we weren't really into voodoo. Anyway, along with the wax sculpting, we exchanged suspenseful stories, of ghosts and aswang and the mananaggal.
This blog is dedicated to that spine-tingling story, of things imagined or real. Come on in, grab a blob of wax and join me around the table.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Too Happy
Posted by Jewel Allen at 10:52 PM 0 comments
Labels: writing horror
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