Eryn McCee
@erynmccee
Writes dragons. Eats metaphor. Occasionally human. British soul, German soil, haunted playlist. #HorrorWritersChat co-host
Fill your boots, #HorrorWritersChat bods. If you've not answered questions, go back, do the thing, then promo. Promo each other. Let's keep this community alive and kicking. And thundering. :D
#Horrorwriterschat Q3. You know I'm going to make you do microfiction. Well not make, per se. But make. You know. And as it's St. Swithin's Day today, let's not make things come true, eh? Or, you know. Do you. Use your discretion. Ahem.
#HorrorwritersChat Q2. Our St Swithin's Day is a thundery affair. Ironic, as the story unfolding just now in real life is also a thundery affair. But we are talking about stories, ahem. As you were.
Q1 #HorrorWritersChat. You know the drill. No links to your books till the promo at the end. Engage with each other, lets gets some horror talk flowing.
Just dropping this here. You might want to bring an umbrella on this delightfully damp St. Swithin's Day. #HorrorWritersChat
The prompt was reply. I added a Schrödinger’s silence, some contrariness and the understanding that sometimes no reply is better as you can then believe what you see, is actually real.
Not every wave means hello. Some mean you're drowning. Some mean you've never really been seen.
The prompt was Ultimate. I immediately thought of a superhero. But one who was not made to save the world.
If cybernetic is systems of control, communication, and feedback, especially where humans and machines interact, what happens if one woman uses said cybernetics as a form of futuristic witchcraft, a 'love' spell of sorts?
Not had much time to write this week. Well, not poetry. Best remedy that.
I don't have a cover yet, and it's not fairies.. but I'm going to be doing a call for ARC readers for this soon. It's a Gothic Horror road trip with a demon solicitor, a cat, and a woman from York, trying to rescue Meredith, the curator of a sentient and feral bookshop, because she's been kidnapped.
And here we go! Thank you again for diving in so wholeheartedly. I've enjoyed seeing the folk horror writers roll their sleeves up. Please, promo yourselves, promo each other. Repost. Like. Comment. And if you haven't answered questions yet, go do that then do this. I will know. #HorrorWritersChat
Last qu, and thank you to everyone who's interacted so far. Your minds never cease to thrill me. Outro in 10. Promo awaits. #HorrorWritersChat
I do love a good writing prompt. Thankfully, so do some of you. One more question after this, then the promo. Thank you to all but the one who did for not promo-ing already. #HorrorWritersChat
Being a great horror writer is not always about talking about something scary. It's making something scary that people think is tiny, or harmless. How would you subvert your Tinkerbell? Actually she was probably scary too. #HorrorWritersChat
Sometimes I write about respectable widows, warm shortbread, and the quiet decision not to save a bad man.
Sometimes I write about sweet old ladies, poisoned tea, and the men who should have known better.
Sometimes I write dragon fantasy about identity, grief, and what remains when the world that made you begins to collapse.
Sometimes I write about sacred bonds, obedient children, and the moment devotion becomes ownership.
Sometimes I write powerful necromancer women and the gentle men who walk willingly into their haunted castles.
I really need to get on with some other things. But when a scene appears in your head, even if it's not actually where you've drafted up to yet, you write the fucker down. I don't make the rules. So that'll be about 1200 words altogether on Black Cat Bookshop 2 then.
Sometimes I write dark, magical gothic stories about cursed bookshops, black cats, and the price of getting what you want.
Sometimes I write dystopian science fiction about a prison planet where the cell doors are open - and everyone is trapped anyway.