Dear Reader,

After a few years where I stepped away from short fiction, I seem to be writing a bit of it these days. The first piece I’ve placed is called “The Stain,” and it’s scheduled for Cemetery Dance Magazine #67 (I believe.)

“The Stain” is a tale of modern times, and a man who becomes aware of the price of convenience and success in our everyday, sunlit suburban life.

I’ve also finished a novelette/novella called Dinner with the Cannibal Sisters, which is something I think you’ll love. As an advance warning, it’s not a horror tale so much as a tale of a young man who, in 1910, journeys to an isolated farm, called Bog House, to meet two women who, when they were young, were part of a terrible event. It’s scheduled with a publisher, but I don’t want to announce this until they do.

I’ve finished another novella, calleed The Marriage of Figaro, dealing with a particular kind of a tribe of college friends — musicians — who experience their own form of apocalyptic threat.

I’m finishing up a story for an upcoming  anthology. This one’s called “In the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,” and is set in 1923, in Hollywood, a place I’ve worked in and loved, even now, from the distance of New England.

I’m hoping to have a new collection of stories by fall, actually — I’ve written three others, as well. I’ve found my few years away from publication of new work has really recharged my batteries.

As I’ve been working on all of these, I’ve also been spending many mornings with my novel, which I’ll keep a little secret for now. It’s at the 73,000 word point and will no doubt hit the 100,000 mark, I hope, by September.  When it’s done, I have 50,000 words of the beginning of a trilogy that I hope to get back to — a dark gothic fable of family, madness and murder.

And for those waiting: My novella Mr. Darkness is done but needs clean up and I hope to have it ready for publication by June 1st.  The Vampyricon deluxe edition is moving forward, as well.  Most of my older books will be in ebook, soon. Be sure and pick up those you’ve missed — I think you’ll enjoy them. Thank you.

And that’s the news — for now.

Best,

Douglas Clegg

This full-length novel of children, vampyrism, a West Virginia mining town called Colony and a guy named Joe who hears voices in his head is now in ebook form for Kindle and Nook.

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With more to come in the near-future, including You Come When I Call You, Breeder, Bad Karma, Isis, The Hour Before Dark — and all the Harrow novels.

From award-winning author Douglas Clegg comes a tale of madness and love and turning 18 — and murder.

In PURITY, the darkest force is love.

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Owen Crites has watched Jenna Montgomery flower into a beautiful young woman as they’ve practically grown up together through the summers; Owen is the gardener’s son who will one day become groundskeeper of the Montgomery summer estate on Outerbridge Island.

Now, when they both reach adolescence, Owen begins to understand that Jenna is meant for a different life in adulthood than he is destined for — and he knows that he must somehow keep her on the island until she no longer wants to leave.

From Publishers Weekly:
“Clegg turns the screws dexterously in this sleek, multifaceted suspense story…Clegg brings them together in a vacation paradise saturated in alcohol, entitlement and hypocrisy…”

Dear Reader,

When I was a teenager, I worked at the then-brand-new Insect Zoo at the Smithsonian Institution– we had bees, giant cockroaches, mummy lice, tarantulas and more.

Honestly, if I had a reasonable aptitude for the study of science, I’d probably want to be an entomologist. At the Smithsonian, we were exposed to the top scientists and explorers in that field…who usually were literally in the field, exploring.

But I loved the insect world long before this — and after.

I had a pet tarantula in college named Abraxas, and the really wonderful girl I dated at Vassar used to sometimes take the bus down to Lexington, Virginia — where I was in college — with a brown paper bag full of crickets for the tarantula.

Abraxas ended up as a guest at George Mason University in northern Virgina (after I graduated from Washington & Lee University), where he lived out his natural life.

But even now, I’m fond of spiders and bugs. Yes, I like odd things — although they’re not odd to me, since we’re surrounded by insects all the time, everywhere we go.

I loved this recent picture of a Giant Weta chowing down on a carrot, very much like one of our pet rabbits might.

Don’t worry. They’re only found in New Zealand.

Read more at the Daily Mail:

Headline: “Meet the world’s heaviest insect, which weighs three times more than a mouse… and eats carrots…”

Best,

Douglas Clegg

Dear Reader,

With my Necropolitan Life feature, I want to make sure you remember who put the Necro in Politan.

Honestly, it has always been my dream to find bones under my house. I’m still diggin’, but so far, nothing.

So, in building a house, a couple discovered some 1,400 year old bones. How cool is that?

Here’s my favorite part of the piece;

” ‘It was the age-old story of builder taps on window saying he had something to tell us,’  said Mr West, 55.

He had a skull in his hand and I thought ‘Oh, my goodness’.”

Ah, yes. That age-old story.

Read more about the unearthing of these bones of the past.

I’ll try to bring you a dose of skeletal goodness each week. Ghoulish of me? I think not.

Best,

Douglas Clegg

My dad worked on many of the Apollo missions, so when I was a kid, he’d bring back stickers from each one — and now and then a replica of a shuttle or a rocket.

I’ve always loved space exploration since then, and with Thanksgiving upon us here in the U.S.A. I found this time-lapse video from out in space — of our beautiful planet — a reminder of everything we all have to be thankful for here on the ground.

An intro from Ron Garan, the astronaut who created this:

“Producing time-lapse video onboard the International Space Station while orbiting 250 miles above the Earth at 17,500 miles per hour helps people follow along on our missions, not as spectators, but as fellow crewmembers. — Ron Garan, NASA Astronaut, Expedition 27 & 28″

(Note: this is a flash video from YouTube. It may take a few seconds to load, and if you don’t have flash, go watch it here.)

Enjoy. Have a great Thanksgiving or whatever holiday you choose to celebrate.

Best,

Douglas Clegg

Dear Reader,

Voltaire was born on this day (November 21st, for the calendar-challenged and those who read this long after I post it) in 1694 as Francois-Marie Arouet.

Not content to be a philosopher and historian, Voltaire was a caffeine-o-holic like no other: he often downed more than 50 little cups of espresso daily.

That’ll give you the urge to write, no doubt.

Happy Birthday, Voltaire! I raise my paltry second cup of morning coffee to you.

More about Voltaire at Wikipedia.

Best,

Douglas Clegg

Dear Reader,

The history of over-the-counter and prescription drugs is a dangerous drunk drive into the past.

I’m always up for riding shotgun on such drives (figuratively, of course) — because as you might guess, I love tales of the strange, off-beat, unusual and downright creepy. And you’ll always find me exploring some of this in these Necropolitan Life features.

Just when you think the past might be some golden age of wisdom and style and virtuous living…here come the cocaine drops! I’ve got a bit of tooth pain right now — maybe I should just skip the dentist and try this old-fashioned, time-honored remedy.

Asthma cigarettes? Check!

Quaaludes for a great night’s rest? Check!

And don’t forget some meth to keep your spirits up.

One of my favorites is the Bayer Aspirin and Heroin ad. That’s a combo that knocks those  coughs and headaches right out of your skull. And then some.

Check out all the old drug ads that got great-grandma and Little Lord Fauntleroy through those tough, tough days of yore.

Best,

Douglas Clegg

Dear Reader,

I’ve always been fascinated by how much of our genuine history remains buried.

When I was a kid, I got hooked on Heinrich Schliemann’s dream of Troy — and his discovery of it and other supposedly-mythical places.  Archaeologists were often my heroes.

The summer after 5th grade, we went to Mexico, and between excavations in Mexico City, Teotihuacan, and Monte Alban — among others — my eyes opened about how much had been intentionally buried from one conquering nation to the next.

It was from this that I wrote my Vampyricon trilogy — and its notions of lost cities that might still contain civilizations of people and creatures (like vampires.)

So, whenever I see these kinds of articles, I’m a bit nuts thinking about what might be found here.

Briefly, this is in the Sahara, in Libya — fortified settlements of people called the Garamantes who vanished — as such — by or before 700 A.D.

From The National Geographic:

“…Archaeologists could have easily mistaken the well-planned, straight-line construction for Roman frontier forts of similar design, Mattingly observed.

‘But, actually, this is beyond the frontiers of the Roman Empire—these sites are markers of a powerful native African kingdom,’  he said…”

– Read more, here.

Do you have  a favorite lost, ancient world that’s been unearthed in the past several years? Ever visited an archaeological dig site (or a recently excavated area?)

Best,

Douglas Clegg

Dear Readers,

Someone dropped me a private note and asked about my writing schedule and what it’s like to be a writer on a day-to-day basis. I suspect he expected a tale of workaholism. I’m not a workaholic, but I’m committed to this work — and have been, my entire life.

Here we go– when I don’t have something unavoidable going on and when I’m not heading into a deadline (deadlines make me get up at 6 or 7 and fall asleep sometime after midnight — even if the novel is done, yet I want to keep revising it and cutting it as long as I can):

1. Wake up between 8:30 and 10.

2. Make coffee, take dog out, take dog back in, feed cat, check rabbits and mice.

3. Time with spouse. Figuring out the course of the day. Knowing that it may be chaotic. Usually check facebook, often from the treadmill or the exercise bike.

4. At some point, my lack of puritan work ethic kicks in and I think of doing things other than write.

5. Somewhere between 11 and 1, I sit down and do some writing.

6. Now that we’re in a new house, there are about twenty extra things to do each day. If I’m lucky, I manage one of them. Because of the recent move — and the fish pond and other property maintenance — I’m sore in ways I haven’t been since never. I’m convinced I’ve dislocated my shoulders and knees and I may be missing a rib.

7. I think about writing no matter what I’m doing, unless I’m sleeping. Even then, I’m not so sure.

8. I quit writing for the day when I can no longer write for the day. This doesn’t necessarily mean exhaustion — it often means when a problem in writing presents itself and I have to spend time thinking about it, wandering a bit, mulling it over. Or else, it’s when a friend calls to go grab a cup of coffee and it’s easier to say yes to that than stare at the page. Or when I’m reading Haruki Murakami’s new novel and I’d just rather live in that world awhile. Some days go great and I write and write and write until supper. Regardless of whether I’m writing for eight hours or twelve — or three — I tend to avoid all but a handful of friends when a book is in my head.

Too much socializing invades the privacy of my imagination and starts to push it back down into the deep well. I honestly would be happy in a monk’s cell or a prison cell, so long as I could write and read and maybe watch a few junk tv shows each week (or gothic classics from the ’60s like The Real Housewives of the Valley of the Dolls etc. ) And perhaps — in both a monastery and prison — I’d need a supply of cigarette for trading in order to explore the finer aspects of such an existence.

9. Writing fiction is a point of view on life as much as it is a job. If I resist writing, I’m living in hell; if I give in to it, and it goes well, I’m living in a better place; if I give in to it and it goes badly, it’s straight back to hell with me. But I love it. I’d rather be in hell writing than in the other place, not.

10. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I get up and go to my desk and start writing because some lightning bolt hit and I don’t want to miss that moment. But this is just now and then, and I can’t depend on lightning.

11. The physical act of writing can be with a fountain pen or Bic, Macbook or iMac. I tend to write in longhand when problem-solving because there’s something about that extra bit of direct contact of hand to pen to paper that pushes out what I’m holding back. When the “flow” happens, I’m on the computer.

Side note: I find that mathematics helps relax my mind. Not really difficult math problems — closer to arithmetic and algebra, both of which I hated as a kid. But somewhere between creating equations out of everyday events — and some Sudoku — I can sit at my desk and take a writing break that seems to refresh my mind. Doodling in my notebooks helps, too. I’ve been a lifelong doodler, and I think it opens my brain a bit — and the images seen to be almost missives from some undiscovered world.

12. Sometimes I dictate sections of a book using Dragon Natural Speaking software — but these are rough notes and brief paragraphs just to break up a boulder in my mind. Often, these are research notes. As have many writers before me, I’ve discovered that research often confirms the flights of the imagination.

What I haven’t mentioned are the walks, the errands, the despair (at times), the deep conviction that I’m not up to the task of the current book, the crazy-in-love feeling when a section of the book goes great, the wintry pause when doubt slams me in the face and I read every page as if it contracted some terrible disease — no doubt some wood-boring beetle that is, unseen, destroying its foliage. These are foibles of the frozen mind, and at some point, I skate over its pond and manage to make a joke of my own worst thoughts. If all goes well. And I love the entire thing. And it drives me a bit nuts.