Writing Workshop – Edits

Editing your Manuscript

So Many Devils in the Details (so, so many)

Two old fashioned metal keys on a faded and yellowed piece of writing paper.

When it comes down to it, Writing is easy.  When you are in the zone, content can flow from your fingers like water, or the beast of inspiration can sit on your back, driving you forward with a story that is desperate to be written.  It can be a long process, an epic journey from the first word written to a completed story, full of tears and energy and sometimes nearly insurmountable blocks.  But in the end, you do it; you cross the finish line.

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The Hungering Fog

A Tale of Fanged Horror

Seamus King
A yellow street lamp shrouded in fog.

A heavy grey hung over the city. I had no idea where the smog ended and the fog began, just that it was everywhere and clung to everything like a burial shroud. Its omnipresent gloom stifled both sound and light… and something hungry was stalking me in the dark.  The wet, clammy footsteps could be heard clearly, even through the endless mist.

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The Gilded Cage

The Guilded Cage

An elaborately decorated room with a luxurious couch, crystal chandeliers, and white marble statuettes.
Photograph from the Philadelphia Museum of Art: ‘Drawing Room From a Town House: 901 5th Avenue, New York City. Credit Seamus King 1-1-2023.

I searched the darkened corridor quickly, looking for anything that might be a clue to the mysterious owner.  The only light here was from the cloud-filtered moonlight that seeped in through the six-foot-high window at the far end of the hall. The darkness made things difficult, but with the butler downstairs I didn’t want to arouse more suspicion than I had to.  It’s not like I was here legally. At least the plush carpet that ran down the center of the hallway deadened the sound of my oxfords on the floor. Continue reading The Gilded Cage