HOWL's, a few thoughts on John Langan's, The Fisherman, and more...

Hi! Hello there!

It‘s been what, a mere two years since I last posted anything? Longer? A lot has happened in that time frame, with me primarily focused on writing more and blogging less. (Which is to say zero. I haven’t posted a damn thing.) So, with that said, I figure it’s time for a quick update.

Things on the writing front have gone well. I’ve published a slew of shorts and recently finished my second novel, I Am Not My Own. I’m pretty excited about this book. It’s dark and twisty with a lot of familial drama sprinkled throughout. Unlike my first novel, Feeders, it’s not so much horror as it is a psychological thriller, one of my favorite genres. I can only hope my agent likes it as much as I do. We’ll see…

Another nice development has been my connection with the Horror Obsessed Writing & Literature Society (HOWL’s for short). It’s a wonderful community full of writers and readers alike, and I’ve been able to make some great new friends, all while discussing my favorite topic—why, books, of course! One of the best things about HOWL’s is that if you stick around long enough, they’ll let you suggest a booklist for a group read. This list is then narrowed to one title based on a member vote. Well, it was my turn this week, and from my list, the folks at HOWL’s picked The Fisherman.

Let me just hit pause here. If you haven’t read this book, do yourself a favor and pick it up. It’s a heart-wrenching look at love, loss, and grief and the different paths we traverse when dealing with tragedy. I read it several years ago, and I still think about it often, so I’m quite happy this one won. Here’s the link to my booklist, Fear Thy Family and Friends, on the HOWL’s website with a brief synopsis as to why I selected each title if you’re interested.

Well, I could go on and fill you in on my pandemic experience and a million other trivial things, but you don’t care about that, and I hear my novel calling me. My baby still needs some polishing before I send it out into the cruel world.

Best wishes, and thanks for taking the time to stop by! I’ll try to not let another two years pass without posting again.

Caleb

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