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Just chiming in to echo the praise of Wilum and Matt, and to add Simon's name to the list of great readers at MythosCon.
My psyche is still humming with nefarious energy after that tremendous conclave. It was a true pleasure spending time with each of you gents there. |
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That convention was so wonderful. I was in Lovecraftian heaven. And all of the readings I attended were so excellent that it shew'd me how great a time this is for genre fiction. Gobs of talent out there, and it seems we have a thriving small press to bring out our books. I am excited about the future of weird fiction!
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Jerad has just announced that THE TANGLED MUSE should begin to be shipped by the end of next week. My profound thanks to all of those who have been so patiently waiting for this publication. It's a little weird knowing that my next two books will both be expensive limited edition hardcovers -- the other being SOME UNKNOWN GULF OF NIGHT, to be publish'd as limited hardcover by Arcane Wisdom Press. That book will be reprinted in paperback -- & all of the new original work in THE TANGLED MUSE will be reprinted later this year in my second paperback from Hippocampus Press, UNCOMMON PLACES.
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Congratulations and thank you for letting us know about the paperback edition as well.
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'Great news all around. You deserve all this publishing goodness Wilum - its always a pleasure to hear of new writing from you! '
Indeed, Wilum. Keep all the news coming and the podcasts! I enjoy hearing about what you have been up to. |
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Just going to explain more thoroughly my situation. hopefully without Drama Queen aspects. My health has been deteriorating for some time, but these past few months its gotten extremely bad. Those who watch my vlogs on YouTube will know how it has affected my speech and such. Part of it is, I think, lingering bronchitis, and I suffer from bad congestive heart failure. Stupidly, I stopped seeing my heart doctor and taking my meds about half a year ago because I am living with my mother as her full-time caregiver and she is now so extremely bad, physically and mentally, that I cannot leave her alone, and thus it is almost impossible for me to leave the house. I've been depending more and more of my boyfriend, and we have a woman who comes three days a week, three hours a day.
My patrons came over to visit me. The wonderful people have been supporting me and have allowed me to write full-time. It is because of their generosity and love that I have been able to write so many books these past two years. I mean, I still have four new books forthcoming! Anyway, they came to see me cos one of them has a story with me in the forthcoming anthology, THE DEVIL'S COATTAILS, and she needed to sign signature sheets. And they insisted that I return to see my doctor and get back on my heart medication, which I did yesterday (I see ye doktor on ye 13th). But I am still getting weaker, can barely move a times, and spend most of my days in what I am playfully calling my death-bed (okay, I am a drama queen, but with a rich sense of macabre humor). Taking care of mum has probably led to further heart damage. I ain't supposed to do any heavy lifting, and so having to lift her from her bed every morning and put her in her wheelchair, having to lift her off the toilet and attempt to hold her with one arm as I wipe her bum with my free hand--all of that is putting a real strain on my heart. Too, she is now little more than a raving lunatic. She babbles and yells almost non-stop all day long, and often after I've put her to bed, making sleep impossible. I need silence in order to concentrate on writing. I can get no silence in this madhouse. Thus, writing is impossible. But my weakness also keeps me from writing. If I am bent over this keyboard for more than an hour I become bloody worn-out. So, I live in my death-bed. I have surrounded myself with notepads and pens, hoping that as I spend my days reading so many wonderful books, books that inspire my Muse, I will make notes on story ideas, ideas for story titles, perhaps do wee plot outlines or maybe even rough drafts in longhand. It ain't happening yet, I just don't have the energy, but I am ever hopeful. People my age get sick and die all the time, it's no big deal. Because of my beloved patrons, I have been able to spend these past few years writing my finest books. I feel I have made a unique addition of Lovecraftian weird fiction, and that has given me enormous pleasure. I've written many books, and if I cannot write any more, so be it. I'm not going to increase my wretchedness of health by trying to force myself to write, that would be insane and no fun. So I am in retirement. If, after three or four years of rest, I find my strength returning, I can try again. If my mother gets lucky and dies, that will free me in a way that may help return me to work. I want to write, it is the air I breathe. I still have so many books within my wither'd brain that ache to be written. I am at my prime as a mature artist. So, having to retire because of bad health is like some cosmic jest. But who says there is justice in life? Many thanks to y'all for your concern. Your love for HPL and weird literature inspire me. Those of you who write such brilliant weird fiction and poetry enthrall me. It has been my profound honour to be number'd among ye. |
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I don't know how you do it.
Best wishes and best of luck. |
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Willum - my very best wishes for an improvement in your health and personal circumstances. Some Unknown Gulf of Night is a masterpiece. I look forward to your forthcoming tomes, and I hope you are granted the time and space to give us many more.
Look after yourself! |
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