The making of a horror novelist.
First, I hope you are well. Second, I’m pleased with my writing progress this past quarter even though I hit a few speed bumps. And third, these are the books I read the first three months of 2020 along with a one-sentence review for each. I’ll link the titles to the Amazon e-book page in … Continue reading One Sentence Reviews: My 1st Quarter 2020 Reads
I started a short story every day in February. It was part of Kathryn Ptacek’s February Story Starts challenge. (Ms. Ptacek is the Horror Writers Association's newsletter editor.) You start a new story each day, but you don’t aim to finish it. The challenge is about consistency and creativity. I know from NaNoWriMo that I … Continue reading 29 Short Story Starts
In my WIP (work-in-progress), a mad scientist named Dr. Gerhardt manipulates wasps for his own warped purposes. Presumably I don’t have a warped mind, but like Dr. Gerhardt, I’ve manipulated things. I've made changes to my blog to make it more user-friendly. 8 Bloggerly Manipulations 1. When I post an image, I describe the image … Continue reading 8 Mad Scientist Blog Manipulations
Thank you, Priscilla, for letting me be a guest on your blog today! To celebrate Women In Horror Month, I’d like to share something about my newest work-in-progress. Hi, I’m Yawatta Hosby, a horror and suspense author. I’m working on a story now about a serial killer using urban legends to murder college students. Right … Continue reading Guest Post: How Urban Legends Shaped My Newest Story by Yawatta Hosby
I’ve been tagged! Horror writer Rami Unger, the talented author of Rose, tagged me on his #FirstLineFriday post. My assignment? To post the first one or two lines of a WIP or a completed story. The rules of the meme: On a Friday, create a post on your blog titled #FirstLineFriday, hashtag and all.Explain the … Continue reading #FirstLineFriday
My dad died last month. Daddy had this thing he said. “Hurry every chance you get.” I’d forget my coat on the way to the car on a chilly, Alaskan morning and have to run upstairs to get it. Glancing at his watch, he’d call after me, “Hurry every chance you get.” But it wasn’t … Continue reading R.I.P. Daddy
