I also could have called this “Everything I’ve ignored in Strunk & White is in this bowel movement of a story” and be just as accurate. While the entire piece is 6200 words (but feels a good deal longer), I’m going to concentrate on the first page for now. There’s only so much I can take before I feel my will to live slowly leave.
Karen Hintz was noticed regularly on her blog
well, it’s her blog, I would hope she would be noticed. And yes, that’s how it starts.
She didn’t know that she was about to step into nightmares imagined by author, Richard Matheson, and they were going to take her into dark emotional places.
She also didn’t know she would be the main character in a story so ineptly written, so devoid of anything resembling coherence, that even Richard Matheson couldn’t save it.
When she stepped away from the word processor, outside of her door was a stranger with an invitation – it was a strange occurrence
Certainly much preferable to reading this story. I envy her.
. But the stranger was one who could pass for a character in an Edgar Allan Poe short story.
And famous writer mention 2. When you have so little imagination or talent, you always have to mention far better writers. Then I have to wonder why I’m not reading them instead of this turd blossom.
. While racing her fingers across the keyboard she felt there was a darkness plaguing her, and e-mails from pissed off horror writers because she was doing fucked up things to their characters.
Not as fucked up as this I’m sure. I wonder if fictional characters can sue their creators for torture?
“You took two of his characters and wrote them into an all male romance plot,” the person commenting is named Hellen Willow, no relation to the ex-gay that a small press publisher published in the pages of his magazine.
Here begins the authors fascination with homosexuality and his trying to come out of the closet. I think, hard to tell what he means in all of that.
“No you are dealing with a controversial born again Christian who writes with dark spiritual warfare themes,” Hellen typed to her in an instant message.
Not sure how she went to instant messaging from a comment as Pacione doesn’t say anything about that. As stated earlier, coherence and logic are not strong suit.
It was about an hour later when the door bell rang.
“Just a minute, I am coming down.”
Was she upstairs? Or was she coming off some sort of medication? Perhaps that explains her dark feelings.
“Are you interested in summing something that no one will fathom?” he had asked with some dark curiosity
Then he hands her a copy of this, a story as unfathomable as you can get.
“Nicholas Kane, the author of the story Spectral Exile – a story about a nightclub that fucked up things happened in there. It was compared to Hell House,” Michael replied.
Ahh Hell House, a fantastic read, wish I had that instead. Also -100 points Slytherin for gratuitous and subliminal mention of far better work.
“The blogger lifted this story’s idea and made it sexual,” he added.
“Would you like to come in?”
Is that a pass she’s making? We’ll have to wait until part two!