You thought JePoWriMo was done because Mo stands for Month, right?
I’m still not quite finished with my serial killer poetry book. (That was my magical epiphany that I kept secret to surprise my CWCers.) It’s so cool!
So the first part is about Edmund Kemper (also known as the Co-ed Killer), the second part is about Ted Bundy (I don’t think I need to tell you who he was) and the third part is on John Wayne Gacy (also, I think, I don’t need to tell you much about him). It’s called Up From the Basement–it’s exploring what happens when these guys come out into the world.
I’ve banged out the first two parts and am now working on Gacy. And I’m having a hard time with him, even though he’s got some really, really whacked out things to write about–hello? A killer clown? That should write itself. Guess I just need to keep plugging along.
I’m trying to keep Ali’s advice about finishing strong topmost in my head. Though, when I’m done with the Gacy section, all effort will go to starting the New Year strong.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.