Want to Read Some of My Raw, Horror Prose? I’m Writing Drabbles (Short Stories) on Substack
Through a new novel, I’ve found my way to writing horror stories… I know. How? It’s what the book requires. Also, drabbles… Yep. 100-word short stories daisy-chained into a 10,000-word drabble novel. Good times. My friend asked if I was intentionally trying to find a smaller audience. NO. Great community of folks over there! I don’t know how the algorithms allow it, but they do. It’s social media, but it is built for writers. Will it stay great? Do they ever? Too much money to be made. Lesser evil, I suppose.
It’s a great project. I can almost say that it chose me. I get to read literature and apply what I’m learning, and I get practice writing tighter sentences. Maybe I’ll become wiser. I need it. Who doesn’t? Win. It lends itself well to becoming a graphic novel. I’m writing it so that each artist can draw wildly different images and textures in that world. I call it Primal Threads. I hope folks are inspired by what I’m creating. I’ll wrap up the novel in a couple of years. I’ll add audio. I’ve left some bread crumbs for folks to think about making music and animating the scenes. Drabbles might be a great way for graphic novelists to storyboard. I don’t know. All new to me. Just the way I like it. Check it out through the home page link: Guy’s Substack - Primal Threads | Guy Craig | Substack
Thanks for reading my poetry over the years. I appreciate it. I hope my writing has added value to your life.
P.S. I still write poetry. I handwrite my poems in journals. As a kid, I wrote my first, real poems in journals. Pendleton has a whimsical notebook collection: The Art of Pendleton Notebook Collection. The covers have a nice texture. They handle coffee spills well, and they look beautiful. I try to write every day. Most of the poems are for Sarah. They’re all over the place and crash into the wall of prose, yet they are prose poetry. I use line breaks and stanzas. She deserves to read poems written only for her. Each book has 60 pages. I write 30 poems per journal—a chapbook. They’ll be in her private papers. She may share them with the world someday. Not now. Nope! I’ll blush. Will I still publish poems here? Yes. Things won’t change. I don’t have a publishing schedule. (Would have been a good idea!) Is today a good day to start? Yes, but I’m not ready to do so. I need a place to write and publish when my emotions drift toward the PNW coast’s scents and sounds or as other things move me. I’ll still publish early drafts of my poems. Once I have enough, I’ll publish them in a new collection.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of my other writing endeavors. I’m cross-training. I need it.
Cheers!
