Rebecca K. McDowell's Writer Site. Horror and Puppies and Bitching, Oh My.
So a few new but uninteresting-to-anyone-but-me things happened this week. I got rejected by The Dark. Not THE DARK, as in the breathing black space that haunts closets everywhere, but the horror magazine. Rejection Game Strong thus far. Still waiting for DarkFuse, Pseudopod and Apex to tell me to fuck off. I have two weeks' …
Continue reading I Didn’t Want You Anyway. Also, Bullet Journals (Mullet Journals?).
A dubiously smart person once said, "Write drunk; edit sober" (that person was not Ernest Hemingway, despite what you've heard). In that vein, I am now at The Yachtsman with Ashley so I can work on my novel. No, I am not drunk (yet), because it's Sunday, but we were running out of places to …
I have three things to report. I'm in Pittsburgh right now for work, at a hotel. I've been to Pittsburgh on this case twice in the past month. It's a nice town. I decided to try to drink coffee this morning. I hate coffee. I normally drink tea. I finished a short story last night, …
Continue reading Coffee is Gross, but I Wrote Something in P-Burgh.
I live in a city, which should mean that I don't have to drive. However, I live across the river from a state where everyone drives, and I happen to work in that state, and thus, I must commute to work every day. This isn't really anything new for me, since I'm from the Detroit …
