I was approached last month with the opportunity to write a guest blogpost for Halloween. Since that is far and away my favorite holiday, I was happy to do it. You can find a weird Halloween memory of mine on Meghan's House of Books here.
Meghan's House of Books can be followed on both FB and Twitter, or you can just follow the blog separately. It's a lot of fun, and she's always got some excellent content. She posts both book and film reviews, some fantastic interviews with authors, guest blog posts, and even some bonus material (some authors also provide short fiction for certain occasions--I've got a short story coming up probably sometime around Christmas). Check it out. You won't be disappointed.
My wife and I have always had the neighborhood Halloween house, no matter where we lived. Halloween means "Come party at my house!" In Hawaii, one year we had a dungeon theme, complete with a working guillotine. In Arizona, we had giant spiders and human-sized spider treats hanging in the carport. Last year, in South Carolina, we had a Pet Sematary. This year, we had a witches' Sabbat. And as any good Puritan will tell you, witches are consorts to the devil--so I was him.
Next year? Who knows? But you can bet it'll be a blast.
Meghan's House of Books can be followed on both FB and Twitter, or you can just follow the blog separately. It's a lot of fun, and she's always got some excellent content. She posts both book and film reviews, some fantastic interviews with authors, guest blog posts, and even some bonus material (some authors also provide short fiction for certain occasions--I've got a short story coming up probably sometime around Christmas). Check it out. You won't be disappointed.
My wife and I have always had the neighborhood Halloween house, no matter where we lived. Halloween means "Come party at my house!" In Hawaii, one year we had a dungeon theme, complete with a working guillotine. In Arizona, we had giant spiders and human-sized spider treats hanging in the carport. Last year, in South Carolina, we had a Pet Sematary. This year, we had a witches' Sabbat. And as any good Puritan will tell you, witches are consorts to the devil--so I was him.
Next year? Who knows? But you can bet it'll be a blast.