Let’s see now, I started this blog about two or three years ago. I wasn’t very serious about it, I admit, not at first. And then last year I started submitting short stories to magazines and anthology publishers. Continue reading A Big Fat Rib-Crushingly Huggy Thank You
I’m sitting at my desk, “Don’t Play with Guns” is playing, and I’m typing word after word on my desktop, waiting for the tea to get ready to be drunk. It’s dark outside, not a single light is on in any of the apartment blocks around. As far as I’m concerned, the rest of the world is dead and I’m alone and free to do whatever I please. It’s 4 am. Continue reading A Time to Write
I wrote this story as a standalone attempt to mix vampires and some humour. At some point during the labours over the third draft of “The Lamiastriga” it fit perfectly into the beginning of the story. So perfectly, in fact, it helped me finish the bloody thing. Continue reading A Party of Two
Hello, my name is Irina and I don’t have any guilty reading pleasures. That’s right, I have never felt guilty about any book I’ve read. I have, however, felt a little embarrassed about some of the books I like to read and, to be totally honest, reread. Continue reading Not Guilty. Only A Little Embarrassing.
Some stories begin as Story A and end up as Story B. The discovery of Story B while you think you’re writing Story A is one of the greatest things about writing. Continue reading A Picnic
One day, about ten years ago, someone called me a lamiastriga. He was a news writer at the company I was working for at the time and I was an editor. He was an excellent writer and he was also a really funny and smart guy. We chatted about all sorts of supernatural stuff (we were both fans) and it was during one of these chats that he invented the word. Later he left the job and moved to Germany. We lost contact but the word stuck in my memory. Continue reading The Road So Far
Once upon a time someone discovered a treasure in the ground that gave light and heat, and could make things move on their own. Even though this someone did not know it at the time, this discovery marked the birth of House Black that would come to dominate the world in the years to come. Continue reading Oil. Metals. Horror. Fantasy. Part 2
When I put these four words in the description spot below my Twitter handle, I did it in an attempt to be both honest and succinct. This is what I do: I write about oil (and gas, and everything energy) and metals, and I write fantasy and horror. Continue reading Oil. Metals. Horror. Fantasy. Part 1
Welcome to Epicland. There are three paths in front of you. Each will take you on an epic journey into unknown-sometimes unknowable–lands. You may survive or, then again, you may not. Continue reading Epicland
You know those stories people write for themed anthologies? Well, if you don’t, these are stories on a specific–you guessed it–topic. Although sometimes they can be reworked for other purposes, other times they cannot. So I’ll be putting my little themed rejects here. I like them too much to refuse them any audience besides myself and the editor who decided they lacked something or other.
WARNING: This particular story is 18+, I think, although I suspect it was rejected because it didn’t have enough explicit sex in it. Oh, well, I like it just the way it is. Continue reading That Wave