The Brock Hollyday Experience


I spent a delightful evening at the Brock Manse this weekend for a holiday get together. This included meeting a number of non-human party goers, including these two adorable turtles. Don’t let the “slow as a turtle” stereotype fool you- when they smell potential food, those critters can be sneaky as it gets…

Our host and hostess were as gracious as anyone could want, and genuinely enthusiastic! ! I got to meet a handful of local writers and creative folks, and to hang out with frequent panelist and SF legend, William  F. Nolan.

The Brocks have been doing a ton of work over the last few years to bring out a number of new projects, including their documentary work, a fully illustrated anthology called “The Devil’s Coattails”, ongoing presentations/panels, editorial work, art work/art directon, and so on. Plus their new biannual, [Nameless Magazine]. I came home with a present of a signed copy of the latest edition, the hallmark of which is a series of personal stories about Ray Bradbury (who passed away in June of 2012…RIP) from those who knew him and wished to honor his memory in print. I hope to submit something soon, although Jason tells me it’ll take him a while to slog through and place many of those he’s already gotten– not because it’s a drag, but because they were “all so good”.

I didn’t think we had that many local Rennaissance creative folk in the area, but boy was I surprised. I am pleased that we have the Brocks to help keep the finger on the pulse of SF, horror and dark fantasy for the Wilamette Valley area.

A Successful Harvest: My First Professional Story Publication

It’s nearing the end of October, and as we move into Harvest Festival/Samhain/All Hallow’s Eve and all of that, I am pleased to announce that my work over the summer has allowed me to reap a super hot story publication with Gorgon Press, publishers of “Phantasmagorium Magazine.” My first short for Clarion Writeathon, “Shadows Will Fall”, is currently featured as a Weekly Offering from today, Oct. 21st, until Saturday, Oct. 27th. You can read it here.

New Short story excerpt

Currently working on a 20 minutes into the future SF short story, working title being “Pedestrians vs. Cars”…

It wasn’t quite 5pm yet, but already, on a Friday, traffic had started to pick up out on the main road. It was the usual crowd of angry commuters. He counted at least one car per second. This was going to be annoying, but it wasn’t anything Frank hadn’t tackled in the past. In fact, he usually looked forward to his Friday night beer run with a certain amount of excitement. He pulled his visor down, got a good grip on his bat, and waited.

Just then, a van with a backrack slowed to accomodate the stoplight. Frank leaped from his hiding place and landed lightly on the back bumper, gripping what he could of the external hardware. The driver would sense the sudden addition of his weight, of course. But by the time he landed, the light was green and traffic was picking up again; the van had no choice but to continue with the flow of the other vehicles. This was old hat. Sometimes the smaller cars, or the more aggressive drivers, would try to fishtail or do stupid tricks in order to shake him off. But he was practiced in shifting his weight in order to accomodate any sudden movements. It was kind of like surfing, in a strange, 22nd century sort of way.

The driver of the van shouted some choice words out his window, and shook his fist in the mirror. But he didn’t bother putting that much effort into it. With that type of vehicle, he was probably accustomed to hosting a few additional passengers here and there. Mostly what bothered people these days wasn’t the affront, it was the unrecovered cost in fuel, due to the added weight of uninvited passengers. These days, people could only afford what bottom-of-the-barrel, adulterated petrol was left for the majority of the population. The fuel itself was so crappy that it clogged up the system of most cars within only a few years of use, which made driving even more costly because of having to repurchase vehicles so frequently. Frank, who hadn’t ever been able to afford his own vehicle, was sometimes amazed that anyone would still persist with the whole idea of driving, anyway. Why bother, when it was so damned inconvenient? But, as their State congressman was fond of spouting: America was built on cars, and it was cars that kept America going.

Greetings, Humans

I am the new blog home for Serena Blossom Appel and her literary endeavors. Here you will be able to find SF writing in the form of short stories, poetry/concrete prose, journalistic pursuits, and possibly some out and out ranting. You may refer to the pages herein to learn more about who in the Fract this woman is, and how to track her down and see what other havoc she may have been unleashing elsewhere in the Universe.

Stay tuned for more intrigue coming your way soon, including news on latest projects to come and perhaps some excerpts..