Dropping by again

I wanted to say hello to my dear readers today. My reading clientele is very important to me, and always will be not matter how successful I ever get. I’ve had an outstanding writer’s week. A journal that specializes in strange, localized Southern stories has agree to publish my novella titled “The Incident in Galloway’s Quarter ” inside an anthology. This decision was determined unanimously by three editors who reviewed my work.

As may be recalled from my earlier post, this tale was based on a real-life gothic horror era occurring in the northeastern area of South Carolina and the southeastern area of North Carolina back during the time 1981 – 1986. I may be wrong, but I seriously doubt another era anything similar will occur with the individualist flare as this one did. This era allowed one a glimpse into a rigid social and economic culture dominating the region at least since the 1920s, and more than likely reaching much farther backward at least into Antebellum times. I am glad I lived and could see living personalities and culture harking backward to those times, when men were men and rightfully owned and profited from what they possessed and would accept nothing less from anybody. No doubt, there shall always be corruption and more ages of it to come, but it will be a brutish, animalistic style of culture rather than one so heavily drenched in class, delightful color displays, and natural talented accomplishment.

Specifically, the era was technically labeled Col-Core. The term means Columbus Corruption, since Columbus County NC, right on the SC boarder, was the epicenter of the involved area I labeled Galloway’s Quarter. I have always said a bestselling novel could be written with this era as the panorama backdrop. I could see movie contracts coming out of such a novel, if it was well designed and written. The catch is securing access to the legal records and finding locals who would freely speak about the times. Most of those who forwarded these events along were already elders then, now long faded into the grave. A few of these characters from the times still live, far as I know anything about. They are too old to make much of a noticeable stir but would be very unhappy about people poking around asking questions and telling them about books and films they were wanting to compile from details given.

A magazine offered to publish a short story and three poems. I’ve had all of this traditional publishing success in a single week! Thats one novel, a nonfiction how to book, a novella, a short story and three poems, all in a single week. It’s been years of work in the making though. I have a literal back log of manuscripts I can submit. My goal is to have every one of them traditionally published by the time I’m 60 years old, and I’m 55 now. After I turn 60-61, all of these manuscripts I have submitted so many times and haven’t had traditionally published, I’m going to spend money on editing, rewriting, and finding a good company to help me self-publish them. There once were several such companies. I do not know about now. Anyway, that’s enough speaking on this lonely dark stormy Saturday night at home. Until next time…