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Clarion West Week 4,5,6 Essay: It’s my party and I’ll cry if i want to

Shown above: my birthday present Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! It’s not too late to Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon Week 5 as usual, was my birthday week. That’s the thing about Clarion West — it happens during pretty much the entire month of July, so it encompasses things that happen in July. Independence Day, for example. Or my birthday. When I was growing up, it seemed like half my birthdays happened during a family road trip. I turned 18 in a KOA campground just outside Washington, D.C. I turned 50…

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Clarion West Write-a-thon Week 3 Essay: The Prophecy Box

Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon In my Week 2 Essay I said I’d write about the Prophecy Box. This is the current configuration of the box: You might notice some of the contents: Gaming dice Chicken bones (fake, I got them from a vendor at Crypticon) Crystal ball Tarot card Mini ouija board Uh… fortune telling pendulum thing? There might be an official name for it. Anyway, it’s an artifact from that time I spent working for a New Age marketing company. Two… uh… wands, I…

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Clarion West Write-a-thon week 2: Changing your mind

Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon I know, I know, it’s week 4, but this is my week 2 essay, because I’m behind. My excuse — do I need an excuse? I don’t know, it’s the middle of a pandemic, do any of us really need an excuse for anything? My original plan, to make my Write-a-thon project a draft of Book 4 in the Tales of the Rougarou series, was because I had just given a draft of Book 3 to one of my trusted First…

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A room of one’s own: quarantine edition

Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon When I went to Clarion West, I had a room of my own. It was a room designed to hold four young sorority women during the normal academic year — I had my choice of high bunk or low bunk on two different bed sets. There were two desks I could choose to work from. There was a painted frieze running along each wall, up near the top of the room. I can’t remember now if it was purely abstract, or…

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Quarantine House

Inspired by this Washington Post article: Quarantine is endless dirty dishes. It was always a running joke in the Goth House comic that the house, in spite of being inhabited by a bunch of gothy posers who acted as if they survived entirely on coffee and cigarettes (and possibly blood), the kitchen was always full of dirty dishes, and nobody would own up to being responsible.

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Armageddon Revisited

Hey everybody! I wanted to revive the tradition of publishing a Goth House nightmare on Friday the 13th, but since everything in real life is pretty nightmarish right now, I was having trouble figuring out a script. I looked through the archives for inspiration, and saw this: Owen’s Nightmare, originally published — according to notes — on July 5, 2005, which wasn’t a Friday the 13th so I don’t know what was up with that. Owen, along with his wife Peaches (her real name) were recurring characters in Goth House world, evangelists who would sometimes show up to denounce Halloween…

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I’m in heaven, I’ve got scars that can’t be seen

Ground Control to Major Tom New Year’s Eve, 1980. I was with my immediate family, watching television in a hotel room in Redding California. We were on our way back to King County after spending Christmas with family in southern California. I was thirteen. Because it was the turning of the decade, the show featured a retrospective on the 1970s. This included a clip of David Bowie performing “Space Oddity.” I don’t remember exactly what he was wearing. It might have been his Ziggy Stardust getup, or the dress with the handprints. What I remember is having two thoughts, right…

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Confuse a fascist today

(The following is a slightly modified Twitter thread) Stonekettle & Sarah Kendzior had the same message, which people ignored. Who will stop him? Nobody. That ship sailed. And when I warned you all this would happen if you didn’t show up, liberals called me a corporatist and a fascist and said we needed to burn it all down and start over. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Careful what you wish for, I guess. https://t.co/8MQ6rKygsG — Stonekettle (@Stonekettle) December 13, 2019 But, I dunno, it’s not that I’m an optimist, it’s just that I refuse to give my oppressors the pleasure and comfort of my…

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Goth House: A Friday the Thirteenth nightmare!

Back when I was updating the comic regularly, I liked to do nightmares whenever a Friday the Thirteenth came around. Here it is, the first published Goth House Comic since… uh… 2009? Really? That long? The backstory here is based on a project I’m still PLANNING to do someday, which is finish out the story of the rise and fall of the band. The upshot is that after a rise and fall and a bunch of other events, the old Goth House crew ends up sharing a house together again, in Seattle this time, for money reasons. Some of them…

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New Orleans Voodoo & Houma Rougarou Fest

Part of Rougarou Month here at Goth House Press! I’ve spent the last few days in New Orleans with friends. On Friday we went to the Voodoo Festival, got soaked by tropical storm Olga, and saw a fantastic set by Guns and Roses. It might seem strange that New Orleans has so many big outdoor music festivals, given how often they get rained on, and sometimes rained out, but somehow it always seems worth it. My boots are still muddy, though. Next time I’m wearing galoshes. After an incredibly soggy Friday, Sunday was sunny and kind of hot. We drove out…

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The Slaughtered Lamb

It’s Rougarou Month here at Goth House Press to celebrate the upcoming release of Stripping Down to Scars. Inspired (sort of) by this article about 1981 werewolf movies from the Los Angeles Review of Books, I wanted to talk about the movie An American Werewolf in London. In 1981 I was 15 and lived way the heck out there in suburbia with no fellow horror fans around, so I didn’t have any practical way to watch horror movies new in the theater. But I was a dedicated watcher of Siskel & Ebert, and sometimes they would review a movie that…

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