Hey all! I’m a little late here as summer was winding down I had a ton on top of the ton I usually have going on because of my kiddos back to school, travels, and then catching up on work – oh and my birthday! I’m behind on blogging but I hope to have some great stuff for you soon again as Fall and Winter approaches us. Today, I still wanted to get this information to all the female writers out there about this grant in partnership with Ladies of Horror Fiction and author Steve Stred. Please check it out and consider applying by September 1 (edit: the recipient has been chosen but keep in mind for next year) and order a copy of Steve’s dark poetry book because the proceeds are what is funding the grant now and in the future! Steve is a wonderfully supportive author to others and especially the women writers out there who need amplification. The LOHF group is doing an astronomical job of helping out women writers in horror too. I also appreciate his shout out to me below. THANKS!
Now let’s get to it…
The Night Crawls In Poetry Collection and the Ladies of Horror Fiction (LOHF) Writer’s Grant Information and Inspriation (+ Free Poetry and a Drabble)
By Steve Stred, author of Dim the Sun
It’s getting close!
September 1, 2019 will see the arrival of my collection The Night Crawls In. Featuring thirty-three drabbles and seventeen poems, the collection was created specifically to help fund the First Annual Ladies of Horror Fiction Writer’s Grant.
The grant is open for applications until September 1, with the winner announced September 15. ((Edit: The recipient has been chosen.)) For full details, click HERE!
Now that the official stuff is over – let’s chat about the why and the how.
Good question. This guest post is kindly being hosted by my friend Erin. There really are two people responsible for this collection happening. Erin and Miranda. As I mentioned in the blog post over on Miranda’s great site, while me and her were chatting, she convinced me that releasing a collection for charity each year was a great thing to do. I spoke with my sister a bit about what charity I should focus on, and through chatting with Jodi, I decided to scrap the charity idea. Instead, I wanted to make sure that the funds raised were directly going to someone rather than an organization. And what better way than to help support fellow authors and creative types?
Erin is probably the biggest reason any of this came about. Last year I read her brilliant collection Breathe. Breathe. Not only were the short stories amazing, but her phenomenal poetry kicked my butt into motion and got me writing poetry again. Without her amazing collection and her constant support and reassurance, I’d never have made the leap to writing poetry again. So thank you Erin and Miranda!
The how was actually super easy on my part. I took a look at the writing community and the horror community and everything led me to want to support a great and fantastic group of writers who frequently deal with the short end of the stick. Truthfully, I don’t think I’m smart enough to accurately describe the frequent marginalization that women horror writers have to deal with. Heck, I might even be using that word incorrectly within my own statement. To be pointed – they have to work way harder than most to have their books read, reviewed, and taken seriously. Shameful.
So I reached out to Toni and the wonderful Ladies of Horror Fiction group and after some secret back room, dark alley Twitter conversations, we got the ball rolling!
So, click the link above and check out how to apply! Good luck!
As I’ve been doing on the other wonderful guest posts sharing/promoting The Night Crawls In, I’ve been giving previews of some drabbles and poems!
Please enjoy these two poems and a drabble from The Night Crawls In:
Summers. (A Poem)
Remember how grass used to feel between your toes?
Long summer nights under the moon’s tender glow.
Evening thunder storms down the valley ahead,
The rattling boom after the lightning had led.
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band leading the way
Taking us to a special place at the end of the day.
We’d hold hands sitting under the stars,
Talking ‘bout love that wouldn’t leave us with scars.
Ours bodies snuggled up, keeping the other warm
A tender touch that would help us transform.
The memories of how life used to be
The days we now chase, while we wish to be free.
Worms. (A Poem)
They live just below our feet.
Crawling, slithering, trying to latch on.
We go about our normal days,
Oblivious to the horror three feet below.
Our feet create vibrations,
Bringing them ever closer.
The worms, oh the worms
Ascend from below.
In waves they come, they slurp and they gulp,
And in the end
We should have known.
The Safe. (A Drabble)
It should’ve been simple. Straight forward.
Walk in, tell everyone to get down, demand they put all the money in the bag, then get them to open the safe.
We got our matching president masks, we stole a car and junked the plates, putting fakes ones on in place.
We parked out front, car running, getaway driver waiting patiently for us to return.
Everything went according to plan, until they opened the safe and me and Davey rushed in.
The lights snapped off as we entered and the tentacled monster that lived there, began to feast.
We didn’t last long.
So a bit of background on each piece!
“Summers” just might be the single best piece of anything I’ve ever written. In my opinion at least. Each line and each image transports me back to the summer’s growing up in Burton and now, how, I chase the ghosts of how life used to be.
“Worms” is based on my son’s reaction to seeing worms, haha! He’s inspired so many of my stories, just form his innocent reactions or from playing with him and seeing how he processes stuff. As of typing this, he turns three on Monday and I’m hoping he says “ewwwww, worms!” for the rest of his life.
“The Safe” is a cosmic monster story about some bank robbers trying to rob the wrong bank. I’ve always been utterly fascinated by the massive banks of federal reserves, the ones that are locked down to everyone. So I had a thought, what if they secretly are also storing some of the world’s secrets?
Thanks to Erin for hosting this!
Pre-order links are now up – every pre-order goes towards funding the grant. Every sale after September 1 goes towards funding future grants!
Steve Stred, Author Biography –
Steve Stred writes dark, bleak horror fiction.
Steve is the author of the novels Invisible & The Stranger, the novellas The Girl Who Hid in the Trees, Wagon Buddy, Yuri and Jane: the 816 Chronicles and two collections of short stories Frostbitten: 12 Hymns of Misery and Left Hand Path: 13 More Tales of Black Magick, and the dark poetry collection Dim the Sun.
On September 1, 2019 his second collection of dark poetry and drabbles called The Night Crawls In will arrive. This release was specifically created to help fund the First Annual LOHF Writers Grant.
Steve is also a voracious reader, reviewing everything he reads and submitting the majority of his reviews to be featured on Kendall Reviews.
Steve Stred is based in Edmonton, AB, Canada and lives with his wife, his son and their dog OJ.