Billy Crash asked me to write a piece from a female perspective for Women in Horror month. The result is now live…
It has felt like ages that I’ve wanted to read William Prystauk’s Bloodletting— so I purchased this new edition with great anticipation.
The book description and cover make it quite apparent that Bloodletting merges genres and has its own style: part mystery, part love story, quite erotic, yet all romantic. The character of Denny Bowie and his viewpoint present a man who won’t compromise who he is, brimming with intelligence, counter-culturalism, passion and curiosity.
Denny’s lifestyle won’t appeal to everyone and his fantasies and desires may make some readers squeamish. In the end, Denny merely wants to find the person(s) who accepts him and loves him for who he is.
The mystery combines murder, sex and greed. Prystauk artfully and ingeniously uses multiple techniques to weave a first-person narrative that includes information and scenes that Denny did not witness.
The characters throughout the story never fall flat. Every one of them has a flaw or a trait that builds them as real people and not the stereotypes they could be because of their involvement in the BDSM community.
By the end of the book, I had to know the answer to the mystery and even once that was revealed there was still the emotional denouement of what would happen between Denny and his love interest(s).
Today we took a winter’s walk in Rock Creek park.
Many people were jogging. And walking dogs off-leash. One spry pup dig holes relentlessly. See him here:
And upon leaving the park, we discovered a lovely neighborhood of 1950s modern homes, amazing in their architecture and how they aged seamlessly.
And then we discovered deer in someone’s yard trying to return to the park.
I wanted to come to Washington, D.C., to visit my friend, M. I intended to come last weekend but didn’t because of the forecasted snow storm.
My teen wanted to come, but I rescheduled the trip for this weekend and she had school… so I thought… what if we made it a social justice tour in honor of Martin Luther King Jr.
So, I signed her out of school to “explore social justice in our nation’s capital.”
We ended up on the campus of Georgetown University’s Law Center. And had a sandwich nearby where I tried my first pastrami.
I don’t know why I never had pastrami before.
We then attended a rally for Marzieh Hashemi, the African-American journalist and American citizen who lives in Iran and works for the English language Iranian Press. She is also a Muslim convert.
Marzieh recently came home to the United States to visit family when she found herself “kidnapped” by the FBI and transferred to two different detention facilities, where she was not offered halal food nor allowed to wear her hijab.
I had heard Marzieh’s story on NPR’s Morning Edition and saw M posting some updates on her situation on Facebook. When he mentioned a rally and protest today, I wanted to go.
She called her 11-day imprisonment an act of “intimidation” and encouraged all of us to make sure we make a difference with our lives because we will all eventually die.
Meanwhile, my daughter ended up on Iranian TV. See the little blue globe in the photo and the brown haired girl in the jean jacket? That’s my baby.
Check out my YouTube videos of this event:
The beginning of the event:
Marzieh’s son talks about growing up in a home that the FBI raided without reason:
Last weekend, I got the news that Dime Show Review will publish my ten word story, “Stoicism.”
While still working in the newsroom, I earned the reputation of “word count goddess” so I thought a ten-word story was a challenge I could enjoy.
It’s now live, so check out Dime Show Review.
Billy Crash at Crash Palace Productions posted another one of the “Mommy and Me” horror reviews I wrote featuring my daughter.
This time, we look at the original dark farce Little Shop of Horrors and the updated 1980s musical.
Recently (which in my universe means more than a week ago and somehow I didn’t notice), Billy Crash published the latest in our mother-daughter movie reviews on the horror web site, Crash Palace Productions. Please have a look:
I have survived life as a marching band mom one more season, somehow navigated various minefields at work and now find myself car shopping.
During the summer, my beloved Altima and I had what I consider a premature end. My husband bought a car he has wanted for quite some time, a Nissan Juke. He is smitten with it, but I am not.
He recently received a promotion. I am working more and also working more erratic hours. This, when combined with a teenaged daughter, means we may soon become a two car household.
Since I have a car, I am in no rush and I am frugal. I am comparing leasing vs. buying and new vs. used.
And it’s exhausting.
I spent my day off today at two Kia dealerships. And drove various used cars, too.