This will be my first attempt at writing a blog, so things are apt to be a bit sketchy at first.
At the moment I'm waiting for the mail to deliver author's copies of Som Certaine Sonets, which is in some ways the most important of my poetry books...second only perhaps to The Nephiad. It contains about 30 years worth of sonnets in various complexities, including experiments with the form that led to Elementals (one of the sections) and Taliesin (another section--an attempt at fusing the history of Joseph Smith with the symbolism and mythology of King Arthur).
At the same time I am re-reading The House Beyond the Hill to format it for eBook publication through Wildside Press. It's an eerie feeling--I know the broad outlines of the novel. After all, I wrote it. But two years after it was published by Wildside, and about twenty after I first began it, many of the details have blurred. So it is intriguing to discover the intricacies of the horror...and be startled by some of the things I wrote.
Where did that come from? seems to bubble up more frequently than I would have imagined.
Still, it comes across as effective horror. More diffuse than The Slab, in some ways more graphic and disturbing, but still effective.
