The Sermon For The Dead


Following on from my previous article for Spooky Isles, St. Mark’s Eve , I present a follow up article on the theme of the souls of the living leaving their bodies and other ghostly omens of death:

Derbyshire’s Ghostly Choir and Sermon for the Dead

 

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Parsec Awards


Hi, Everyone. It is with great excitement that I share some news with you. Yesterday the winners of the Parsec Awards 2017 were announced.

I’m delighted to say that one of my stories – Shadows – won the  Best Speculative Fiction Story: Small Cast (Short Form) category for The Wicked Library. I was also lucky enough to have the Episode I wrote for The LiftThe Lost Library – Named as a finalist in the same category.

The Lost Library By K. B. Goddard Artwork By Jeanette Andromeda

The Lost Library
By K. B. Goddard
Artwork By Jeanette Andromeda

 

There are so many people involved in the production of these podcasts – producers, narrators, composers and artists – that my role was really just one small part of a team effort. So I’d like to take this opportunity to congratulate each and every person involved in these podcasts.  Well done, folks!

St. Mark’s Eve On The Spooky Isles


My latest Article for The Spooky Isles looks at the strange traditions associated with St. Mark’s Eve. It certainly gives Halloween a run for its money!

Read the article here: https://www.spookyisles.com/2017/10/st-marks-eve/

My Writing Life


My poor blog has been sadly neglected of late. As those of you who regularly read my updates probably know, back in May I was coming to the end of the final year of my Open University degree. Because the results of my final year were vital to my classification I decided to put the bulk of my focus into that. So, that’s why you didn’t see much of me over those busy months. After the final assignment there was the  (seemingly) endless wait for the results.

Finally, last week this rather attractive piece of paper was delivered:

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Taa Daa!

 

After the results were finally in I had a “What do I do now?” moment. Did I decide to read a book, do some blogging, write a bestseller (I can dream)?

No, I went and signed up for the M. A. in Creative Writing. This was shortly followed by cries of “What have I done?”

On Saturday my M. A. began, funnily enough, on the same day my B. A. certificate arrived.

So far so good but I reserve the right to become hysterical come assignment time.

I found it surprisingly hard to get back to writing after having some time away.  I must confess, this morning I was feeling a bit down in the dumps about my writing future. BUT THEN…

My phone lit up. It was a message from Daniel Foytik over at The Wicked Library and The Lift informing me that I had made this year’s Parsec Award Finals, not once but twice! Yes, I have two stories, The Lost Library – from The Lift and Shadows – from The Wicked Library in the finals of the “Best Speculative Fiction Story: Small Cast (Short Form)” category.

The Wicked Library has also made the finals in the “Best Speculative Fiction Magazine or Anthology Podcast” category. I wish them the best of luck. They have always been very supportive of myself and the other writers.

So that cheered me up a bit!

You can see a full list of finalists here: http://www.parsecawards.com/2017-parsec-awards/2017-finalists/

Born Of Fire – Short Story


Mr Denby looked on me with an air of displeasure.

‘I requested to see you, Mr Hunter,’ said he, ‘because I have heard something of your reputation. I am given to understand that you have some insight into matters of this kind. When I heard you were staying in the area it seemed fortuitous, and I am much obliged to you for coming so promptly.’ He paused here and drew himself upright with an appearance of inflated pomposity. ‘That being said I must confess I am rather surprised that you should bring your wife. It hardly seems to me to be a suitable discussion for a lady’ He turned a quizzical gaze upon that good lady. Louisa smiled serenely and said nothing. Though, knowing her as I do, I read a good deal in those blue eyes.

‘I assure you, sir, said I ‘That if I bring my wife in on your case it is not out of sentiment nor for the sake of companionship. My reasons are practical. Her knowledge is at least equal to my own and in certain matters of insight, I do not mind owning, she is my superior.’ Mr Denby looked unconvinced, and I fancied I saw the briefest flash of scorn play across his features. Continue reading