Sometimes an artist comes along to knock your head into a wall and remind you why life is beautiful. This is one of those artists, Chelsea Wolfe. I stumbled across her music over a year ago and it still haunts everything I write. You should listen, too.
Before being sold to the fraudulent clairvoyant Archibald Crump. Surrounded by spirits, but before his tongue was cut out and legs severed.
Clara, the youngest of the siblings, and brother Branwell, chose not to sit for this portrait.
…when I really should be writing.
I know it’s over but I hate packing away the Halloween stuff. Worse than chucking out the Christmas tree.
Almost ready for the release of book four in the Spookshow series, Bringing up the Bodies.
Just got a proof of the paperback. Looks pretty good!
Nostalgic sticker from Billie’s hometown.