The prequel to Machina
Speaking of short stories, after Lullaby I wrote a tidy, little piece that told of a lawyer who has to take an unpleasant fellow out to view an inheritance, an old mansion.
The mansion turns out to be haunted, the unpleasant fellow gets his just desserts, and I thought that was it.
A day later I’m back in the chair, pounding my fingers so hard the nails stopped growing. A few weeks later I came up for air to find that ‘The Haunting of House had spewed out of my printer. Where the hell did that come from?
Whew! Thank goodness that was over. I knew I really was done now. Stupid short story seemed to have grown wings, but…my manic fit was truly over. Except…the next night I’m back in the chair, working ten hours a day for a couple of months, spittle drooling from my open maw as my fingers took on a life of their own. My awareness was splattered back up against the ceiling as I watched the bizarre unfolding of Machina.
The only way to describe Machina is that it is as if Franz Kafka wrote The Stand.
But it all starts with The Haunting of House. That wicked novel that started with a burp of a short story.
It is apart from Machina, concerned more with how the hero of Machina came to be. You can read Machina without The Haunting of House, but it does leave a bit of a gap as to where the hero of Machina came from.
Want to enter the house? Just click on…
THE HAUNTING OF HOUSE (coming soon)
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