Throwback Post: Clouds of Friday

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January 26 2025

Friday’s clouds.

Throwback Post: First Time Writing Horror

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January 25 2025

Author friends: I need to write a horror (scary) short story. I’ve never written horror. Do you have any pithy and powerful tips? Thanks!

Feedback Received:

Val: I think Horror in this context is perhaps a misleading word. Recent news would fall under this category but if you think ‘Scary’ it might open up the creative juices. 😉 A claustrophobic caught in a broken lift, someone petrified of spiders or mice abandoned on an island overrun with them, dark forest night alone with noises in the bushes etc. Think what would be your own personal nightmare, and take it from there. 🥺

Me: Yes!! I’m going to adjust my wording. We are living in an actual horror story currently. Thanks much for getting my creative juices flowing, Val!! 🦄🦄🦄

Brad: Horror is ultimately about fear and fear is primal. Fear is ever-present. Fear drives both action AND inaction. Fear often feeds on itself.

“Dead silence in the darkness thundered louder than the pounding of her heart in her ears as she felt the soft padding of the cell walls. When she finally grasped the doorknob in blackness, she gasped in pain. The metal, burning cold, forbidding, refused to turn at first. As she cried out with effort, the bolt snapped open like the crunch of breaking bone. She paused, unsure if what lay beyond was something she could face.”

Brad: Camilla and of course, it can’t be all linear. Whether it’s simply “normal” or “comedy” (as suggested elsewhere) the give and take of the tension (building up to the crescendo of course) is part of what keeps readers engaged, guessing, and avoids exhaustion.
I didn’t include that in the example so hopefully you’ll forgive me the arrogance of briefly continuing the story for the sake of demonstration. 😃

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She steeled her nerves and pulled the door open wide. Light poured into the enclosure. Blinking away the tears from the brightness, she paused, focused, then immediately pulled the covers over her head and turned away from the window.

“Another nightmare,” she mumbled, rubbing away at the soreness in her palm.

Christine: I’ve experimented with horror/scary writing a few times (which is weird since I don’t watch that genre – too scary!). Best I have is, try to scare the crap out of yourself (giving yourself chills is a good sign). I think I read that Stephen King does this. For me that means psychological, mind stuff rather than gory stuff. Then see if what you’ve written scares the crap out of your friends/family. I wrote one story once, a take on the “Bloody Mary” tale, and a friend of mine went upstairs by himself to read it but a few minutes later came downstairs and said – “Okay I’m too scared to be alone with this.” 🤣

Me: I don’t watch the gory stuff. But the mind stuff, I can do that. And that’s probably what my short story will likely revolve around. Yours must have been pretty good for it to make someone not want to be alone! 🤣

Christine: This is how I approach writing in general, especially fiction. So for this genre: Less – “what will readers find scary?” and more “what will literally keep me up at night questioning how such thoughts and visuals came out of my twisted brain.”

Sarah: I’d suggest playing on something that scares you so it feels relatable and then consider an ordinary of every day occurrence of such a thing happening. Play on the psyche and build suspense. I love horror!

JT: The distinction between ‘horror’ and ‘terror’ may be useful to consider in writerly approaches to composing a scary story; ‘horror’ is shock / repulsion / revulsion at something experienced / witnessed, whereas ‘terror’ is the dread / fearful anticipation of something unseen. Edgar Allan Poe’s groundbreaking short stories are psychological studies in the effects of horror and terror upon characters; his experimental fictions often contain both.

Claire: The most frightening monsters are never fully visible or understood— when Stephen King goes for the full reveal, showing readers the monster’s face, it more often reduces the tension and dread (sometimes it’s rather laughable). If we are going to see a monster’s face, it should always be the more familiar face, because that is the true horror of monsters we can actually witness— they end up looking like a neighbor or even our own reflection.

I’d also say that William Trevor’s “A Day” may be the best horror story I’ve ever read, although most would place the story firmly in literary realism (which it also is).

Patricia: Start by reading horror, and see what works for you.

Me: Yes, yes!! Great suggestion! We have a gigantic book of strange and dark stories we are reading for the class. Good stuff!! It’s titled, The Weird.

Patricia: I’d also recommend a book of short stories, Dark Flashes, by my friend Philippa Bower. They are all strange and some quite horrific. Also try Clay Boy by Craig Sawyer. I worked on that as an editor and it gave me the shivers.

Throwback Post: UNR Spring 2025 Semester Begins

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January 25 2025

Spring 2025 semester began last week. I’m taking more classes, but have a much better schedule. I’m on campus two days a week, with 3 of the 6 classes being online. I’ll be doing tons of reading and writing and movie watching. I love the classes, but having a hard time getting back into the swing of things. That should get better in a couple of weeks, or not, with the current state of affairs.

I’m on track to graduate Spring 2026, along with my amazing kid!! I love you, Gigi! ❤️ Then the plan is to get a MFA in poetry. UNR has a great low residency program! Here’s a photo of my books, with two books having not arrived yet as I purchased them from a locally owned bookstore and not the Bezo’s owned company.

Anyone have thoughts on any of these books?

List of my classes:

Intro to Creative Writing (Creative Writing)
Craft & Forms of Creative Writing – How horror benefits fiction and poetry (Creative Writing)
Screenwriting Film & TV (Creative Writing)
Women in Literature (Social Justice)
Disability Ethics (Social Justice)
Nevada Constitution (Core Credit)

Throwback Post: Strong Emotions Shared – Spitting Venom Together

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January 23 2025

Monday Night Poetry. Poems about MLK, the inauguration, suicide, broken hearts, and more. Strong emotions were shared. Heart wrenching, heart angering words were spun and shared. I am thankful more than ever for this community. Please do not isolate yourself. Find your community. Spit venom together. Love one another. Hug one another. Check on one another. ❤️✊🏻❤️

 

Throwback Post: Raven Lamps Bringing the Insight

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January 15 2025

I’m adoring this cool raven lamp. So much so that I bought 3 of them. Bring on the insight lil messengers. 🖤🖤🖤

Throwback Post: Rainbow Excitement

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January 14 2025

from a walk more than a few days ago

At this point I’m thinking the excitement of seeing a rainbow never fades. No matter one’s age. 🎉

Throwback Post: Barefoot Across Broken Glass

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January 14 2025

I would walk barefoot across broken glass if I could rewire the parts of the brain that cause this to happen for a treasure of a person, someone I love so much it hurts. I love you G. ❤️❤️❤️

Throwback Post: Chad Basil the First – House Guest

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January 12 2025

House guest. My grand kitty is visiting!! I love you Chad Basil the First. 🖤🖤🖤

January 14 2025

I think my grand kitty will be going home tomorrow. Not sure. But a great excuse for more photos. You are the sweetest kitty, Basil. 🖤 Don’t tell Thomas I gave you treats. That’s our secret. 🤫 I’ll look past you chewing my fairy light wires and eating my plants.

Throwback Post: Poetry: tilt

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January 12 2025

Prompt: Authenticity or Betrayal

tilt

a joyful baby birthed
defenseless
trusting
innocent

i pressed play
the game began
with a motherboard of pure authenticity
the controls locked from the beginning

i a slot machine
the adults around me
feeding me coins
of love
of Joyful times
feeding me coins of
hate
of Conditional love
of Praise for pleasing them
feeding me coins of
judgment
of Unwanted attention
feeding me coins
that led to the betrayal of myself
feeding me coins
laced with
a culture of Prejudice
sexism
misogyny
classism
stereotypes
colorism
white privilege
homophobia
transphobia
feeding me coins
until they hit the jackpot
of having me as they needed me to be

i traveled through life stuck on these default settings
society feeding me more of the same coins
i believing this to be the true me

nearing midlife the game tilted
the error reverberated
throughout my system
a crack was revealed
curiouser and curiouser
i poked the crack
the crack becoming a crevice
the crevice becoming a canyon
the canyon a decade long journey
revealing the code to unlock
character customization

customize I did
unlearning the bullshit I’d been fed
i collected new coins of
acceptance
solidarity
and freedom
devouring books, movies, articles and music
deleting the old codes
continuing to customize
and will continue to customize
until this Camilla game has ended

i reach high
grab a few stars
squeeze them between my lips
and Swallow
the stars evidence
that showing myself grace
is the flavor they shed

i reach down
grab handfuls of grit
smearing it onto my skin like glaze
this, my shield against other’s agenda

i am pieces of all my experiences
coded together
by the text of the books I’ve read,
by the poetry I devour
by the adventures I pursue
by the letters that form the words that make the sounds of conversations
by the smell of coffee
by the salt water of the ocean
by the two kids I birthed and raised
by the relationships I’ve had
by the beat and lyrics of music
by the nectar of honeysuckle

if all of this is absurd
if life is simply a ridiculous illusion
i have no choice but to have fun
mostly anyway
i have no choice but to
continue customizing this character called Camilla
i have no choice but to
continue my conversations
with the moon and the trees
i have no choice but to acknowledge
i was at my most authentic on the day of my birth
and I will be again on the day of my death
Camilla Downs, 2024

Throwback Post: Poetry: stop

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I feel it’s vitally important to shine a spotlight on mental health and talk about it. There are people who are feeling so utterly alone and misunderstood. Especially in the neurodivergent community. Please look after them. Please. And, please feel free to add to this.

Stop

Will I outlive you
Will you outlive me
I hope that you outlive me
I fear that I will outlive you

Every day I send a text
How’s it going?
I keep checking for the receipt
Delivered
Read

I don’t even need a reply
I just need to see that it has been read
When an hour goes by
Two hours
Three hours
With no receipt at all
panic begins to take over
I send another message
Are you there?
Is everything okay?
Still
No receipts

The panic turning to dread turning to hysteria
My thoughts unaliving you
My heart in a vice
I’m about to drive to your place
I finally receive a text from you
I sob with relief

I ask
Did you write a poem today
They reply yes, they did

Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop

I cannot possibly know
I cannot possibly understand
The torturous thoughts that invade your mind
The pain that invades your body
The thoughts that make you feel
There’s no other way

You are my child
You are a piece of me
Your essence lives in my heart
I wish I could extract this pain
I would do anything to make this go away
I feel helpless, hopeless, powerless

I tell you every chance I get that I love you
I hug you
I make sure you know that you matter
You matter to me
I celebrate your successes with you
I laugh with you
I listen to your favorite music with you
I want you to know
That you mean the world to me
Without you I would not have found me
I would not have discarded the mask
That others created for me

I feel you will help others too
You will show them joy
You will show them love
You will show them parts of life
They never knew existed

My dear child
I hope that one day
The pain of existing
Is replaced with the joy
Of discovering the beauty, the love
That this world holds in waiting for you

May I not outlive you
May you outlive me
I hope that you outlive me
I hope that you outlive me
I hope that you outlive me
Camilla Downs, 2024