As I promised, here is what I have found about the H. P. Lovecraft’s Family Bible. It seems that the bible is the real deal. H. P. Lovecraft even talks about it in one of his letters. The dates and the names line up. Thanks to the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society page on facebook for doing most of the research and making sure it wasn’t some fake that I had stumbled upon.
I talked to my Grandma, Geneva McCraw, and she says that her mother Alice (Pruitt) Busby likely bought it when Geneva was a child, but Geneva isn’t at all sure. When Alice Busby died it was passed to Jesse Elmer Busby, Geneva’s oldest brother. When he died, my mother was given the bible.
The Pruitt, Busby, and McCraw family lines do not connect with Lovecraft in any way that I can tell.
This doesn’t really clear up much. I know a bit more about how it passed through my family, but not really how Alice Busby got it in the first place. I know they lived in Oklahoma in the 1920s and later moved through the Southwest. There doesn’t seem to be any obvious place the Bible could have been to come into contact with my family line. It’s likely I’ll never know.
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I’m reading Mr. Benson and it’s a bit extreme. I keep telling myself they are only words on a page. It’s a gay S&M classic with things in it I would rather not picture. It reminds me of a good horror book in that way. It is not Fifty Shades of Grey.
If you have no idea what S&M is, here is the wiki on Sadomasochism.
My next novel explores some S&M and BDSM ideas and I’m trying to educate myself so I don’t sound like an idiot. S&M is not normally my thing, but I’m a writer: I often go into personally uncomfortable territory. It’s the kind of writing I like to read, writing with an edge, but it can singe your eyebrows a bit.
Slave/master relationships disturb me, especially when it gets into heavy humiliation, but I’m trying not to judge. Some people are disturbed by same-sex relationships, while to me that feels first nature.
I’m starting to understand why S&M was included under the queer rubric. Consenting adults have the right to do what they please, even if others don’t understand. Even if those consenting adults are straight.
I write speculative fiction. My first novel is called The Forgiving. It uses the idea of a haunted house to explore faith (religious faith and faith in relationships) and how that blind faith gets people into trouble. It’s based on a horror screenplay I wrote in college. I self-published it last year.
My next release will probably be the first installment of an epic about sex, power, and purity. I have been working on it for far too long and need to just release the first part already. It just needs a few touch-ups and then I can send it off to a copy editor.
The novel I’m working on now revolves around an advertising campaign that drives people insane, but it’s more about loss and belonging than the thriller aspect. It has a lot of biographical elements that are making it a challenge, but I’m starting to like it more and more.
And finally I’m writing a sci-fi vampire novel in four parts. I’ve mostly finished part one.
I’m hoping to have all of these three done by next year, including copy edited, and scheduled for self-publication. Having multiple releases is the only way to get momentum in the self-publishing game, or so I’ve read.
You write, right? What have you been up to?
Near the end of 2013 I was living with a longtime friend of mine in the city, fairly happy with my life. She was an amazing roommate. We never fought, we had fun, and could count on each other. She found a serious boyfriend though and moved out. It happens. I could have found a new roommate I guess, but I didn’t feel like living with a stranger, and then when I lost my job, I just didn’t feel like trying to make a life in the city anymore.
I had been there quite a few years. I just wasn’t making progress. A lot of the people I put time and effort into sort of drifted away one by one.
Things are never as permanent as they seem.
You invest in people and then it’s over, and it’s hard to see the point of starting over. Who wants to build a life on impermanent things? So you go back to home base to regroup. At least that’s what I did.
I’m regrouping right now in the country, but this regroup, this pause on my real life is the only real life I have. I need to remember that. It’s a little too easy to put off living, but I’m not sure what else I can do right now, so I focus on writing and hope it will take me somewhere someday.
While my week wasn’t as productive as I would have liked, I think I did okay for myself. It seems no matter how much I write and how fast the hours fly by, I still have so much more work to do. The novel I’m currently working on is one challenge after another, and my deadline is quickly approaching. The heat isn’t helping either (I get drowsy if it’s hot), but iced coffee and tea are getting me through. Onward and upward.