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Posted in commentary on October 24, 2012 by vincentwolfram

I had intended to write this Monday, but I was busy and didn’t get much work done Monday. Then, I didn’t get any sleep Monday night, so I was running at half my mental capacity and feeling sick, which meant that I didn’t get anything done but watch a few movies, during which I periodically dozed. Now that I’m feeling less ill and I’ve gotten a good night’s rest, it’s time to give you the bad news. I’m going to shut Dread Sonnets and Other Grim Folly down. The blog is not well frequented and I posted all of the poetry of Grim Folly, which is what I set out to do. I don’t think I can keep this blog going any longer because there’s not enough interest in my poetry for this blog to sustain itself. Now for the good news. I still love writing and sharing my writing, so I will be shifting it all over to my other blog, The Abyssal Vault. I’ve decided that I want to consolidate my web presence. Initially, I wanted to keep The Abyssal Vault and Dread Sonnets and Other Grim Folly separate because they appeal to different audiences, but I’ve since realized that those audiences are not mutually exclusive and I might garner more readers on The Abyssal Vault, which has many more visitors. Since blogging is time consuming and frequently personal, I want to focus all my efforts on The Abyssal Vault, which can serve as a better representative of who I am, lover of literature and movies, writer of poetry and reviews. So if you’ve liked my work here, please start visiting or subscribe to The Abyssal Vault. I will begin restructuring that site to include the work I’ve posted here and I will begin to post writing stuff there from now on.

Vincent Wolfram

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Posted in commentary on October 21, 2012 by vincentwolfram

I’ll be posting some good and bad news Monday. Sorry for not posting in so long. Tune in then.

Dread Sonnets is Free!

Posted in commentary on October 14, 2012 by vincentwolfram

Just to let you all know, Dread Sonnets is now free to download at Amazon.com. Please download it, read it, and/or tell others to download it because the offer only stands until Tuesday night. I’d also like to remind everyone that even if you don’t have a Kindle or a Kindle program on a smart phone or iPad, you can still download the Kindle program for your computer for free from the Amazon website. Hope you like the book and I will continue to make posts about it for the next couple days; otherwise, reviews go back on schedule. Hurrah!

Laurels

Posted in poetry on October 13, 2012 by vincentwolfram

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a poem, so here is a poem I wrote today, “Laurels.”

A bay leaf wreath wrapped around my head,
The vine-twined crown that binds and boasts my prowess,
It glows garden green, sharp and sweet-smelling,
Whose odor honors victors, eke me and else,
A daring dream freed, from idle thoughts unlocked,
Whose sap glues my many sentences together and tethers
Unheard slurred words to sound and syntax, becomes
One, stuck to my head and mind, a long sought
Never garnered goal and halo to deem me worthy
Of angelic applause, and I lust greedily for the green wreath
Pure, pungent, and panegyric, because I fear
Time’s dissolution and distrust words to last
Longer than a laureate crown or my body.

Posted in commentary on October 13, 2012 by vincentwolfram

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Hello all,

Dread Sonnets, my book of horror poetry, is now up on Amazon. You should be able to find it in any of the Amazon websites; I checked a few sites and saw that it was on the US, UK, Italy, and Germany versions of Amazon. I did not see it on Amazon Canada for some reason, however. I’m hoping it will be forthcoming or that my Canadian readers can buy from the US site. The book is currently $0.99, £0.77, and 0.89 euros, depending on where you live. However, if you would like to get a free copy of the book, and who wouldn’t, I will be giving it away for free for three days, starting this Sunday. Tell your friends, family, neighbors, and literate pets. If you do buy and read the book, please post a customer review on Amazon because a few good reviews could mean the difference between selling a hundred ebooks or selling none. The book is also available on Amazon’s lending library if you have Amazon Prime, which means you can borrow it for free even after the free giveaway. If you’re wondering why I’m giving Dread Sonnets away for free, I’m doing it out of the altruistic goodness of my heart…and because every ebook downloaded or borrowed causes it to rise in the search rankings; the higher it is in the rankings, the larger the audience I can reach. I hope you all enjoy the book.

Dread Sonnets

Posted in commentary on October 13, 2012 by vincentwolfram

Sorry for not posting anything in a while, but I’ve been working the past several days on putting together an ebook to publish on Amazon. The book is called Dread Sonnets and it’s a book of horror poetry, specifically a sonnet sequence that explores various forms of fear, from surreal, abstract dread to visceral horror and disgust. The book is set to go up sometime tomorrow morning. For those of you who are groaning at the idea of buying my book of poetry, I plan on releasing it for free for five days, as soon as I can do so. If you don’t have a Kindle, you can still install the program on your computer for free and get Dread Sonnets for free. If the promise of a free ebook isn’t enough to entice you, I don’t know what will. Oh, and that adorable/creepy thing up there is the cover of my book. Who can guess what the central figure is supposed to be?

Third Novella Post

Posted in Novella on October 3, 2012 by vincentwolfram

Tonight’s post is a little shorter than the last one, but I think it ends in a nice place. For those of you just tuning in, the first part of the novella/short story starts here. I really need to come up with a title for this.

“Hey there Alexis, fancy meeting you here. I didn’t know you went out to parties. No, I mean, I’ve never seen you out at these parties before. Um, so what’s up?”

“Nothing much. We just got here a little while ago.”

“Cool, cool. We’ve been in and out of the house for a while now. I waved to you, but I don’t think you saw me. Heh.” Brad shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.

Alexis had a crush on Brad stemming from the time they spent as lab partners in chemistry class. He’d been polite and charming, but their relationship never progressed past lab partners; Alexis was too nervous to say anything and Brad either wasn’t interested or was also too nervous to make a move. They hadn’t spent any time together since they’d shared chemistry class; they only traded greetings if they passed each other in the halls. Tabitha was hoping to break the ice at this party and she had enlisted the help of Brad’s best friend, Jacob to do so; Tabitha was attracted to Jacob, so it seemed like a win-win situation to her.

“So anyway, I like your skirt. It looks nice.”

“Aww, thanks. That’s sweet.”

Tabitha elbowed Alexis in the ribs; the irony wasn’t lost on her.

“Can I get you a drink?” Jacob offered to Alexis.

“Sure, I’d love one. What do they have?”

“How does a margarita sound?”

“Sure. Great.”

Brad made a motion to stand with Jacob, but Jacob waved him off. “Don’t worry man, I’ll get it. You just stay here with Alexis.” He flashed a wry smile.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Tabitha said, patting Alexis on the back.

“So Alexis, what do you have going on this weekend?”

“Not much. I might have a quiz in English on Julius Caesar and I need to start shopping for my Halloween costume.”

“What are you going as?”

“Maybe a witch. Maybe Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Only if I get to be the Big Bad Wolf.”

Alexis laughed aloud.

“What’s so funny?” Jacob asked, a margarita glass in hand.

“Nothing. Thanks for the margarita. Haven’t had one in forever.”

“Be careful. I mixed a lot of alcohol with it.”

“Phew, no kidding. My head’s swimming already.”

In spite of his warning, Alexis took a few indulgent gulps. Unlike the nondescript beer, the margarita was giving her an instant buzz. Jacob mumbled about forgetting something and left Alexis along with Brad again.

“Wow, your friend knows how to mix a drink. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk soon.”

“Don’t worry, you’re with me. I’ll help you walk if you need to.”

As the two conversed, Alexis started to become ill. Her stomach roiled and she began to feel lightheaded. It felt like the room had begun to rock beneath her. Her mind started to get muddy.

“Hey, um, um, Brad, I think I need to lay down or something. Where’s Tabitha?”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. We’ll just walk you over to the nearest bedroom. You’ve just had a little too much to drink is all.”

“No, I’m feeling bad. Just, just take me to Tabitha. Where’s Tabby?”

“No, you don’t need her.”

“Where’s Tabby?”

“You don’t need Tabitha, Alex. I’ll take care of you. Look, we’ll just stand up now.”

Before Brad could take her, Tabitha came into the room talking with Jacob.

“She’s fine. Brad has her. He’s a great guy.”

“I just need to check up on her. How’re you…Jesus, Alexis, you look like shit.”

“I feel like shit.”

“We’re taking you home.”

“No, Tabby, I’m fine. I want to talk to Brad some more. My parents’ll kill me if they find out I’ve been drinking.”

“Yeah Tabitha, don’t spoil the party. You’ll get her in trouble. Stick around. She’ll feel better soon,” Jacob opined.

“No, she needs some rest in her bed. Alex, I’m going to sneak you into your room. It’s probably that crappy Chinese food and beer you drank. You’re not allergic to MSG are you?”

“Not ‘llergic,” Alexis slurred.

“Come on. Don’t be a bitch. Let her stay,” one of Brad and Jacob’s friends said.

“Fuck you, man. She’s sick and I’m taking her home. Out of my way.”

Tabitha helped Alexis stand and took her to the front door. Alexis was having trouble standing and her breathing had become shallow, labored. She nearly fell when Tabitha opened the car door to let her in, but she managed to put herself into the seat in spite of her trembling limbs.

“You look really sick, Alex. I don’t know what was in the shrimp sui mai you ate, but it did not mix with that alcohol. You don’t need to worry. I’ll get you home to your parents and we’ll say that it was the bad Chinese food and they won’t even know you were drinking at a party. Alex. Alex, talk to me.”

Alexis managed to mumble a few incomprehensible syllables, but she was having trouble paying attention. She slumped against the car door and looked out the window. Streetlamps with garish yellow lights passed by, one by one. The silver moon shone through the black branches of the trees. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes and passed out was the figure on the neighborhood watch sign, a man in a black trenchcoat and fedora with white slits for eyes, leering down at her.

Second Novella Post

Posted in Novella on October 2, 2012 by vincentwolfram

Here’s the second post of the novella. If you haven’t started reading the novella, you can go back to the first post here.

The two discussed food options, arguing the merits of flavors, cravings, and time, but the two settled on Chinese takeout, reasoning that Jen’s party would have plenty of snacks and the 2-hour principle of Asian food would permit them to have dinner and still be ready for food at the party. They stopped at Dim Sum Palace for beef chow mein and shrimp sui mai, packed it in the car, and took off. By this time traffic had died down. Those with jobs were either home with their families or at the bars. Students were either home or had found somewhere to hang out, a mall or parking lot or a movie theater. On the way to Alexis’s house, they searched for a station that wasn’t running commercials when they came across breaking news.

“This just in, is a convicted serial rapist and murderer loose in your area? Our experts say yes. Rupert Baldwin, 45-year-old white male, 6 feet tall, 240 pounds, was being transported in a prison bus when the bus broke down in Kendall County. Baldwin somehow broke free of his restraints and managed to escape into the Hill Country while the guards were trying to assess the problems with the bus’s engine. He is at large and considered extremely dangerous. Police have reason to believe that the suspect may be heading south to escape into Mexico, so please be on the lookout. You may see a picture of him on the APD website. If you see a man resembling that mugshot please take extreme precaution. He was in imprisoned for raping and murdering four women and murdering one man. Call the police if…”

“No more of that, thank you,” Alexis said, as she switched to a station playing Top 40 pop music.

“What, why would you change the channel? That could’ve been important.”

“Tabby, first of all they’re probably blowing this out of proportion. If that guy escaped today, there’s no way he’s making it that far on foot. Second, that stuff scares me and I don’t want to think about it. You wanted me to go to the party and that makes me want to go home and stay in my room.”

Tabitha opted to turn up the radio instead of pursuing the subject. She didn’t like thinking about it either.

“Oh hi, Tabitha, how are you?”

“Great Mrs. Grant. I brought your daughter home, safe and sound, and in a minute I’m going to take her away again.”

“Oh, are you girls going out tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am. We’re going to a friend’s house to hang out, maybe watch a movie or something. Girl stuff.”

“Sounds cool. Well, I won’t hold you up. I see you’ve got something to change into for the party.”

“Is that Alexis? Come give your papa a hug before you go.”

Mr. Grant emerged from the kitchen, an apron draped over his squarish frame. Perched upon his head was a white chef’s hat, an essential accessory for a good cook.

“I’m not leaving yet, Dad,” Alexis said, but she hugged her father anyway.

“Yeah. Oh, you already have Chinese food. The lasagna shouldn’t be too long if you’re going to be home for awhile.”

“Sorry Dad, Tabby and I are in a hurry. We’ll have to take a rain check on the lasagna.”

“It’ll be ready for you tomorrow and the next day,” Mr. Grant called as Alexis and Tabitha climbed the stairs, cradling Chinese food and clothes respectively as they ascended.

Alexis’s bedroom was neatly organized, though not preternaturally so. Dirty clothes in the hamper, photo frames on the wall level, bed ruffled but made. Compared to Tabitha’s car, it was a cathedral dedicated to the god of cleanliness. The pair took their usual seats by the TV. Tabitha alternated between channel surfing and slurping chow mein, whilst Alexis clumsily handled a pair of chopsticks to pick up the sui mai; years practice had only given her the most rudimentary of chopsticks skills. In spite of their respective impediments, they bolted their food, finishing almost at the same time. Dinner was the minor objective. Time for clothes. Tabitha fancied herself a fashionista or at least was currently playing the part and arranged a full ensemble for Alexis. Alexis disapproved.

“I can’t wear that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s cold out. I don’t want to wear a skirt.”

“Yeah you do. You wanna wear the skirt to impress Brad, because you’re a slut.”

“I am not a slut and I’m not wearing that skirt. And wearing skirts does not make you a slut. That’s bullshit.”

“Yeah, but you totally want to slut it up in that skirt. You can’t contain your raging lust. It’s those teenage hormones.”

“Shut up.”

“Yeah you do,” Tabitha giggled quietly.

“Alright, fine. Fuck it. I’ll wear the skirt. But if anybody tells me I’m hot or my skirt is really nice or even starts a pickup line, I will punch you.”

“Okay, okay.”

Alexis got dressed and asked for appraisal.

Tabitha replied in a husky voice, “Girl, did it hurt…when you fell down from heaven?”

“I’ll kick your ass, Tabby. These flats can still hurt you.”

Alexis demonstrated her kicking with no aplomb. Tabitha was unimpressed.

“Just get dressed. We gots to go.”

The pair stopped dawdling and proceeded to dress without comment. Once everything was in order, they strode out.

“Bye sweetie, have a good night!” Mrs. Grant called from the kitchen door.

“Be safe. Or else,” Mr. Grant warned.

The sun was setting and the streetlamps were beginning to flicker on, when the girls arrived at Jen Warren’s house. A line of cars was parked along the curb on both sides of the street in front of the house and they could hear the music blaring from the backyard, just soft enough to prevent the neighbors from calling the cops. Alexis and Tabitha admitted themselves to the party by going through the back gate. The party was in full swing. Dozens of teens stood in huddled masses talking, danced to the music, drank beer or smoked pot, made out in shadows, or laid out on a few day-glo green, plastic lounge chairs. The debauch would have ended quickly if not for the high hedge and fence that occluded sight of the backyard.

“What have you gotten me into?” Alexis inquired.

“Relax, we’re going to have a blast. Look, we’ll ditch this scene and head inside. I see Brad and Jacob already.”

Alexis suppressed a look of hope and excitement, but her heart began beating faster. There was no reason to give Tabby fodder to tease her with later. She’d probably embarrass herself plenty trying to talk to Brad.

Inside, things were quieter, but not by much. The din of music had largely been replaced with the din of multiple parallel conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. They were in the kitchen that looked out onto the patio and backyard. Food was haphazardly sprawled out on a table and the countertop. Cracked chips, smushed popcorn, and cheese puffs disintegrating into orange powder lay trampled on the kitchen floor. A few immoderate drinkers and smokers had become hungry and overzealous. Alexis prevented Tabitha from taking a whole bag of pretzels with her, but snagged an off-brand beer and cola from a cooler sitting under the table.

They passed from the kitchen into the foyer and from there into a living room packed with kids lounging on couches, in some places laying on top of one another. No one paid any attention to the new arrivals save the host, Jen.

“Tabby girl, it’s so good to see you,” Jen cried. She pranced over to Tabitha with arms outstretched and gave her a small hug and pat on the back.

“I’m doing great Jen. How are you? Thanks so much for inviting us to the party.”

“Oh no problem at all. Daddy’s on a business trip and he took Mom with him, so I decided to have a little soiree. It was short notice but everyone came to party.” Jen emphasized ‘party’ by shaking her hips. “Well cool, so hey, who’s your friend?”

“My name’s Alexis. I think we had a class together last year.”

“Oh really? Can’t say I remember. Good to see you though. Please, mi casa es tu casa. So have a great time. Davey, how’s it going?” Jen passed between Alexis and Tabitha to greet a new guest walking through the foyer.

“She smells like insincerity and Calvin Klein,” Alexis whispered.

“Hush. She really is sweet when you get to know her. You shouldn’t be so judgmental. Let’s take a seat.”

“Where?”

“On the floor of course.”

The girls picked a spot against the wall to recline and drink, beer for Alexis, soda for Tabitha; Tabitha was strict when she was the designated driver; no alcohol, no pot, nada. Alexis felt better being at the party with a crowd of strangers with Tabitha; Tabby was responsible and had her back. The girls chatted amongst themselves in front of the group of people on the couch, feeling slightly awkward that they couldn’t break into one of the conversations, but they were saved by the chance company of Brad and Jacob as well as several of their friends, who had come inside to hang out. Since the couch was full, Brad and company sat on the floor and upon recognizing the young ladies, turned his attention upon them.

First Novella Post

Posted in Novella on October 2, 2012 by vincentwolfram

Here’s the first part of the novella, which as of yet has no name. I hope to post a part of these every day as a measure of my progress. Feel free to make comments on this as we go along. This is an unedited draft, so there will probably be mistakes, but hopefully nothing too jarring. Enjoy.

“…betrayal. Perhaps this is a no-brainer, but the major theme of Julius Caesar is betrayal, a theme it explores so well that it’s become part of our cultural lexicon. Arguably, the most famous line is ‘Et tu Brute? Then fall, Caesar!’ Caesar’s last words, a combination of puzzlement and despair. And of course, there’s also the image of the various senators stabbing Caesar in the back, which may not be the origin of the word ‘backstab,’ but it certainly embodies the literal and figurative meanings of the word and is incredibly famous. The problem is, if you’ll let me go on my editorial rant of the day, the problem is that these days we seems to be surrounded by betrayal. It’s everybody against everybody – man versus woman, country versus country, individual against society. It seems like we’re all caught up in this game where we’re looking our for number one, trying to fulfill our desires at the expense of others. If only…”

Alexis checked her watch. Third period was just about to end. Three, two, one… The bell signaling the end of class cut Mr. Murphy’s speech short. The pudgy man was a caught in a moment of mental vacillation, trying to resolve the desire to finish his assessment of modern society with the need to move on to more pressing matters. But it was a temporary spell, and he said, “Alright ladies and gentlemen, class dismissed. Please read the final act over the weekend and be ready to talk about Cassius. I can’t promise I won’t quiz you on this. Have a good weekend.”

Half of the students didn’t hear this last part over the music now playing in their ears. As soon as class ended, they turned on their iPods and slid the headphones over their ears because they were through with one more class before the final bell. As usual, Alexis was one of the last people out of the classroom. She hadn’t crammed her books into her backpack twenty minutes before the lesson ended as most of them had. Still, it was Friday and she was ready for her break. Alexis waved goodbye to Mr. Murphy and made her way to the cafeteria.

The ten-minute grace period between classes was a mad rush. The entire student population was dumped into the halls at the same time, given just enough time to get books and hoof it to the next class or to enjoy a brief moment of commiseration before returning to the daily grind of classes. Alexis waiting in human traffic to get to the doors leading outside, a major choke point. By the time she got outside, the halls had already emptied somewhat; students had grudgingly shuffled themselves into class. However, it was time for lunch for Alexis and she was headed to the cafeteria; the school split the student lunch periods between fourth and fifth.

It was October and the leaves were just starting to change. A chill breeze, the second hint of autumn, sent the first crop of dead leaves skittering across the pavement. Alexis had a moment to exult in the fresh air. Groups of students littered the courtyard, chatting huddles exchanging gossip and gripes.

“Yo!” Tabitha called.

Tabitha Baines was Alexis’s best and only friend. The two had gone to kindergarten together, fostering a friendship that had somehow lasted throughout their school careers in spite of the changes brought on by puberty and incipient adulthood that so often cause people to drift apart.

“I said, yo. I said yo yo.”

“That’s stupid Tabby. That’s always stupid.” Yet, Alexis laughed in spite of herself.

“Yeah, you know you like it. So, ready for the weekend?”

“You know it,” Alexis replied.

“Can you go out tonight?” Tabitha asked.

“Umm, sure. Why? You have something planned?”

“Maybe. I heard Jen’s got a party going on tonight. A pre-Halloween Halloween party.”

“Pass. Jen’s shallow and obnoxious at the best of times. And a bitch at worst.”

“Come on, Alex. We never go out anymore. It’s like you don’t even love me.”

“Har har. You’re a real laugh riot.”

“God, don’t say that. The only person that says ‘laugh riot’ is my grandfather and he’s dead.”

The pair continued into the cafeteria. Some freak accident of architectural acoustics made the cafeteria a cacophonous hellhole. Students are won’t to talk over their loud neighbors, an aural military escalation that threatens to obliterate every conversation with unintelligibility. However, the cafeteria’s unique shape made that typical rabble all the louder, plunging Alexis and Tabitha into respectful silence. They were saving their breath for when they had to shout their orders to the cafeteria lady.

“Pizza!” they shouted in unison. “Two pizzas!”

As inadequate as cafeteria food is, the pizza was just fine, copacetic, and so the girls could smile as they took the food outside to eat in the courtyard. They chose a bench in the dappled shade of the trees and picnicked.

“I’m hungry as a motherfucker.”

“Oh hush,” Alexis scolded. “There’s no need to swear.”

“Fuck yes there is.”

As Tabitha said this, Alexis spotted a pair of teachers walking down the hallway and elbowed Tabitha to let her know to quit swearing. This ended disastrously. Alexis pushed too hard, knocking Tabitha and her pizza off the bench, causing her to erupt into a new round of dirtier epithets, just as the teachers came within earshot.

“Are you girls fighting?”

“No, sir,” Tabitha replied as she reseated herself.

“Alright, keep it down.”

As the teachers walked away, Tabitha whispered, “You owe me a fucking pizza, bitch.”
They burst into laughter, which they tried stifle, lest they catch the teacher’s attention again.

The rest of the day passed in a bland haze. Alexis enjoyed her classes, but today she was more excited about the prospects of Jen’s party and spent the better part of the lessons lost in her own thoughts. It took a great deal of cajoling on Tabitha’s part to get Alexis to go to the party. She was feeling anti-social, as usual, but it had been a while since she had cut loose and had a beer; plus, Tabitha had baited her with the promise of boys. A boy, actually, named Brad. It was so painfully cliché, but Alexis had a crush on him and her stubbornness withered at his mention. Alexis didn’t like the idea that she would change her mind for the sake of a boy who might not even like her, but her defense for staying at home wouldn’t stand up to an agoraphobe’s scrutiny. Tabitha convinced Alexis that, shy as she was, she would enjoy some social interaction that didn’t involve her family. And Alexis grudgingly assented.

Most days Alexis’s mom would pick her up after school, but Tabitha had a car, lucky girl, and she took that responsibility every Friday to drive Alexis home before they went out to have fun.

“Get in jerkface. We need to get you home so you can change and get ready for the party. And traffic sucks so we need to hurry.”

“I have to change? What about you?” Alexis asked.

“My stuff’s in the trunk already.”

Tabitha had a white Chevy Nova that was beat up and ugly as sin, but since it was her first car, she treasured it above all her possessions. Inside it smelled like cigarettes, thanks to a chain-smoking former owner, an odor made pleasant by familiarity. Still, Tabitha hung a cheap air-freshener in the shape of a tree from the rear-view mirror as a consolation to those who entered her car. Alexis shoved the refuse from her seat to make room for her butt and kicked the trash on the floor to make room for her feet.

“Jesus, Tabitha, we need to pick up this crap sometime.”

“Yeah, but it ain’t gonna happen.”

Tabitha slipped The Smiths into the tape deck and blasted “How Soon is Now?”

“I am the son/ and the heir/ of a shyness that’s criminally vulgar…”

The girls sang along with the track. The drive home was fraught with congestion. Even leaving the parking lot could be a pain. So the girls filled the time as they could. When “Girlfriend in a Coma” started however, Tabitha turned down the music and stopped playing karaoke. It was just a little too sad.

“I’m hungry as a motherfucker again, Alexis. What do we do about that?”

“Oh man, I don’t think your car can take another Whataburger. Wanna get Whataburger?”

“Screw that noise, we’re going to Taco Cabana.”

“Isn’t Taco Cabana just a glorified Taco Bell?”

“Alex, Taco Bell isn’t Mexican food. Taco Cabana is. Get it right.”

“Alright, but if you buy a bean burrito, I’m bailing on the party. I will not stick around for that disaster.”

“Touché, my dear.”

Novella in a Month

Posted in commentary on September 30, 2012 by vincentwolfram

Hello all,

I’ve decided that I want to write a horror or scifi novella in a month, namely this October. It’s a self-inflicted challenge in the style of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), except I don’t have a specified word-limit to reach and the genre is clearly defined. Because I’ll be blitzing this task with a bare minimum of preparation, the end result will most likely be the literary equivalent of a B-movie, which is an incentive in itself. I’m telling you all this because the threat of an audience will be enough to keep me going; the three day a week schedule that I have for the blog already keeps me working. Since I’m unemployed, this is also a gambit to maybe make a few bucks on the side. If I don’t fail spectacularly and manage to deliver a semi-coherent story by the end of the month, I’ll publish it and put it on Amazon for all to read. This is also a step toward a dream of mine, writing for a living. If this is at all successful, I will be able to fulfill my dream of becoming a prolific writer of pulpy horror and scifi that will be optioned for film…Syfy Pictures Originals! And now, before I start regretting the decision, I bid you adieu.

Vincent Q. Wolfram

P.S.

I might post sections of the novella in progress, depending on how good or bad I’m feeling about the story. We shall see.

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