A good friend, being complimentary of my writing, once said, “In your stories I always know where the ceiling is.” We were discussing settings and descriptions of place in the books we loved, and she meant (and I agree) that … Continue reading
“It was getting very late when we came to a certain house that was not at all like the others on its block.” –from “Boo,” by Richard Laymon October is in the chair, as Neil Gaiman might say — … Continue reading
I find it gratifying and delightful that our oldest existing story native to English — the Anglo-Saxon epic poem Beowulf — is unabashedly a monster story. Isn’t that wonderful? It’s generally dated to the eighth century, which means it has … Continue reading
The following is an excerpt from A Green and Ancient Light, an unpublished collection of vignettes which I wrote in the summer of 1990. It has been slightly edited for readability. The Old Well Nothing can keep a secret like … Continue reading