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6/23/18: Got cracking on “Spire” again and got to 2204 words. Transformation and betrayal and pineapple juice…not necessarily in that order. Read more about it here.
6/15/18: Another year, another Write-a-Thon! I’ll be starting and blogging my sprints again starting tomorrow, 6/16! Let’s do this!
7/9/17: Writing sprint #2! My goal was to knock out a rough draft for an article about speculative fiction. Managed to exceed the minimum word count. You can read my ramblings about it in my journal.
6/21/17: First writing sprint today! Went from 479 words to 1150. I decided to work on a novel-in-progress called “Between the Mountains and the Sea” (working title). It felt good to get words down like that. You can read my journal about it on my blog.
An excerpt from a work-in-progress entitled “Lady of the Barren Plain”:
There is a hum that resonates throughout the very web of all there is—a melody familiar, its harmony a complement.
Khnum’s wheel is always spinning, its revolutions endless in time where time has no meaning. We are essence and air sprung from nothingness in his constantly moving ka-creating hands; the substance that is our souls spilling, flowing, and being recaptured. He smiles, this Creator, as his fingers mold, smooth, shape and caress—the definition of his work coming into being.
Khnum. Maker of gods and men. Maker of the force that drives us and connects us to what we and all others are. He is the unifier, the creator of life.
We are but clay as he wields us.
And then we are free, birds flying fast—our bodies only vessels to be emptied to find ourselves once more.
Now here on this plane, life becomes a constant search and aspiration for the freedom of our souls from its flesh and blood confinement. Yet while we are here, we are striving to make connections—not only with ourselves—but with others as well. The soul must experience it, all the while hoping to be with itself once more.
To love, to enthrall, and to pleasure. To inspire, to loathe, to reflect.
Khnum, when he made and released us into the aether, smiled because he knows that it is through experiencing the full cycle—
This is how one ultimately becomes whole.
|What I Write||
I write fantasy, science fiction, and horror/dark fiction inspired by history, heritage, and folklore.
LH Moore’s speculative fiction short stories were published in the Dark Dreams anthology and its two sequels (Kensington/Dafina). My short story “A Little Not Music” is currently in the Bram Stoker Award Finalist anthology Sycorax’s Daughters. I also have stories in Black Magic Women and FIYAH Magazine. I co-wrote a novelette with Chesya Burke for the upcoming Chiral Mad 4 anthology. My poem “Vox” was published in Apex Magazine.
A DC native exiled in Maryland, Moore is a historian with a MA in historic preservation and loves classical guitar, graphic novels, and video games.
Well, I signed up so that means I need to commit to producing some stories! I’ve got a lot of folks out there who are like “JUST FINISH ALREADY.” Fine, fine, FINE. The haranguing has worked. Butt to seat. Fingers to keyboard already.
I would like to finish at least two short stories and add more to a novel-in-progress. I think that’s pretty doable!
Whatever someone out there is willing to give out of the kindness of their speculative fiction loving hearts is appreciated!