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The Incredible Expanding Short Story

Less is more. Brevity is the soul of wit. The shorter, the better. Etcetera, etcetera.

Let’s face it, the conventional wisdom out there tells us to keep it short. In general, it’s good advice. It’s certainly something that was drilled into me as a newspaper reporter during that stage of my life and career. (Newspapers – remember those?) Most websites and magazines that publish fiction encourage writers to keep it short, and many put 5,000 words as a cutoff point for story length.

I recently completed the first draft of a horror story at about 5,500 words and just knew that I needed to cut it down during the revision process, even though there were a couple aspects of the story that were still going to require a bit of fleshing out. I was certain that there were other parts that could be chopped down substantially. And there were.

But here’s the thing. As I worked to develop some of the key points that I thought could be addressed in passing, some very vivid and important scenes started to come to life. When you find yourself flying along, coming up with arresting images and vivid portrayals of characters’ emotions, you damn well should go with it and worry about story length later. Those moments don’t come around as frequently as I would like, and they are precious.

So, I’m now about to start the second revision of a short story that has crossed over into the realm of the novelette. There’s still some tightening to be done, and possibly some expansion. In the end, every story should be as long as it needs to be. Sometimes that means a 500 word flash piece, sometimes that means a 3,000 word short story, sometimes a novel, sometimes a trilogy, etc., etc.

With that, I’ll sign off before this blog post gets way too long!

Great Tales of Terror and the Supernatural

The word “classic” may be horribly overused, but in some cases I simply can’t think of a better word. For example:

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I remember finding this amazing anthology in the library back when I was in middle school (late 70s/early 80s). It revealed to me the depth and breadth of what could be considered a “horror story,” “a ghost story,” or a “tale of terror.” It even introduced me to H.P. Lovecraft, in the name of all that is unholy!

Back in those days, before the Internet and social media, I had no idea just how widely known and influential this book was. I thought I had stumbled upon some secret volume spirited away from the public consciousness decades prior. Titles like “The Great God Pan,” “What Was It?” and “The Beckoning Fair One” radiated mystery and forbidden knowledge, luring me into their world and under their spell. Simply put, this was the book that started a lifelong love for short stories of the weird, fantastic and horrific.

Years later, I found the edition pictured above, a bit battered and worn but intact and complete, at an antique store in Red Bank, N.J. I’m relatively certain it’s the best $8 I’ve ever spent.