Story Notes – Dear Agnes


My story ‘Dear Agnes’ was published today in Grim Corps.  It’s a wonderful web magazine with some fantastic stories and amazing art.

To read my full story, you can head over to the Grim Corps website and download the magazine in Kindle, E-Pub or .PDF format.

Although a story can certainly stand on it’s own, I’ve included a little ‘about the story’ section below because from a writer’s perspective I personally like to know where a story comes from.

Spoiler Alert:  Although there are no specifics below, there are thematic spoilers.  So if you want to read the story with fresh eyes save the ‘about’ section for after.

About Dear Agnes

Looking back on my life I realize I’ve done a lot.  Now, as a writer I have the opportunity to tell those crazy, sometimes dangerous stories of my life.  I have in the past told told many of my stories as they happened, in a memoir fashion, but I prefer to mix them into fiction because it gives me the opportunity to explore my own stories from a different perspective.

In Dear Agnes I chose to write about my journey to Egypt and some of the experiences I had there.  I wanted to write from the perspective of a woman traveling alone in the 20’s to give it a Lovecraft feel and to allow myself to imagine what it might be like to be myself (in a way) in a different time.  I found it exciting and intriguing to see some of my own experiences through Rosemary’s eyes.

I also wanted to write about the relationship between two sisters, in retrospect perhaps to illustrate the slow degradation of my relationship with my brother when I went through serious and psyche altering changes of my own.

I like writing about the line between magic and madness and specifically leaving the bits in between open to interpretation because life is so often left open to interpretation.  I think that’s the thing I truly love about magic realism.  We are always (and will perhaps always be) searching for answers to the mysteries of life, but the things that matter most are often not the mysteries themselves, but the effects they have on our lives and our relationships.

Thanks for reading and feel free to leave critiques in the comments, I’m always open to suggestion and speculation!


My Inner Darkness

Yesterday I received a prompt for a story that got me thinking about my childhood.  I was planning the story in my mind, a simple tale of a car that that took me where ever I needed to go without having to actually drive there.  I was planning it out and trying to find the story and the voice.  I thought about it for half the day and I wasn’t getting anywhere.  If the story doesn’t come after giving it some decent thought I usually discuss it with Ben and we work it out together, but Ben wasn’t there so I decided to shelve it in favor of another story I had been considering.

I wanted to write something light and happy, so I set to work imagining this new concept into being.  But as I followed the trail of ‘logic’ and ideas deeper into the story I realized it was not going to be as light and happy as I intended, in fact it was starting to look like it might be something completely different.  In the past few days I have been noticing that my writing has been distinctively dark, veering into the disturbing and it has made me wonder.  I used to think that I was against writing about dark and disturbing things, without the hope of a happy ending.  This was mostly because of what it might say about me.  Was I a pessimist at heart?  Was I not as positive as I needed to be in order to live a happy life?  People always say write what you know and so, does that mean that this trend of unsettling tales is what I know?  Does all of this expose some sort of horrible darkness lurking within me?

I suppose one could psychoanalyze one’s art all day long and find hidden patterns exposing the kind of person they truly are, but the question I ask myself then is: does it really matter?  So what if my stories tend to speak of isolation, with hints of misery and suggestions of despair?  So what if I dive into the depths of negative emotions?  My stories aren’t just black holes sucking you in, they also glitter with magic and mystery.  They tantalize with hints of worlds beyond this one and they sparkle with intrigue.  I like to think that although they may be dark they are also so much more.   But even if they weren’t would it really make a difference?  Some of the most interesting and well written stories I have ever read involve intense horror and nightmarish mystery.

I should explain that my concern about being dark and negative is not without it’s roots. I have been told in the past that certain amounts of negativity can be bad for the soul and that what I write reveals a great many things about who I am as a person.  I suppose I have a little left-over trauma from that time and find that I am more sensitive then most would be about the direction my stories take.  I certainly don’t want to be bound by these ideas though and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be either.

So I hereby agree to release myself into the land of my imagination.  I will allow my stories to take whatever form they wish and unfetter myself from concerns about my inner darkness. Maybe one day I will write a bright and cheery story, but if that thought doesn’t inspire me, why bother?