August: My beef with Pedro Pascal and the horror movie I would never recommend
Many of you have names that you are constantly asked to spell (and pronounce) for the uninitiated. You are the readers who know where I am going with this. People are often very creative with my last name (I have seen Pasquale and Paschal, among others). That said, 76.78% of the humans on this planet forget (and in some baffling cases, refuse) to add an “e” to my last name.
And along comes the charismatic and captivating Pedro Pascal.
He is not making my life any easier.
If he were truly a gentleman, he would add an “e” and help me out.
On the Road:
The Godmother is on vacation from events until September. I am so superstitious (the topic of a prior newsletter) that as I type this, I fear I am provoking the Universe to add more cons and readings to my plate.
The Ladies of Horror:
This month I took a yokai and made her a Florida cryptid in “The Wet Woman.” I have been pondering internal and external conflicts for horror characters and I tried to create a nice balance in this flash piece.
You can listen to it and other stories on my YouTube channel or read them yourself.
Pen of the Damned:
A group of deeply disturbed individuals wrote about the image below. My flash piece was called “The Cybermind That Broke the World.”
Also, keep your peeps out for a story of mine that will be posted in Pen of the Damned called “Reindeer Antlers.” It was inspired by a true story.
YouTube:
I shared the Horror Movie I LOVE but would never recommend.
I am the only person I know who has watched this film more than once. I find the dread in it oddly comforting and the acting is phenomenal. It is so awkward, so uncomfortable, that I keep going back to it. I completely understand if you never want to speak to me again after finding out what it is.
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Drumroll please….
Here is the table of contents of the soon to be released Darkness Most Fowl. Feast your eyes on this lineup!
News From Friends:
A. F. Stewart has a new release! (and she had me at fudge—and the little cat!).
One witch. One dead body. Bakeries shouldn’t deliver murder.
After leaving her old life and coven politics behind, Bridget Redwood relishes small town life and the joys of running a bakery. Now witchcraft means never burning her caramel until the day her landlord ends up dead on the floor of her shop.
It’s a recipe for trouble, and Bridget must muster all her magic to deal with a community of suspects. Confronted with a ghost and a decades old mystery, the clues lead her to a hidden room and a lost grimoire, before pointing straight at her arrogant rival. But are the clues leading to the truth? Or is another sinister force at work?
Can Bridget unravel deadly secrets in time to save her sleepy little town of Easthaven Bay and avoid becoming the next victim?