Roy M. Griffis

Roy M. Griffis

Storyteller

Life Happens Pretty Fast

LIFE HAPPENS PRETTY FAST

This past Sunday, I finished the first draft of the second Cthulhu, Inc.  book, The Auditors of Doom.  That clocked in at 340 pages, over 78,000 words.  I’m taking a week off to clear my head before diving into the revisions/rewrites.

In the meantime, waiting anxiously for the revised cover of Book One The Thing from HR.   Aiming to have that ready and released right around Memorial Day:  nothing says “beach reading” like the misadventures of a Shoggoth down among the Hairless Apes.

This may or may not be how our "hero" will look

And, since life has a way of happening even while I’m living among the characters in my head, I’ve been rehearsing

Random coolness

Random Coolness

 

So while I was home recovering from some sinus surgery (yeah, that happened)…

…I was in my office trying to read when out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of something flying low past our fence, toward the back acreage. 

It turned out to be this fine fellow, a great blue heron, probably checking out how well stocked we keep our little pond.  

I like seeing stuff like this. A bald eagle apparently nests about 8 miles from here.  Some day, I’ll get a photo of him, too.

Oh, and the surgery tuned out great.  Only downside to me not snoring is that my wife kept thinking I’d died in my sleep.  Fortunately, that hasn’t

There is so much crap out there…

pimp the good stuff, my people!

Mission Statement:  

There is way too much soul-debasing garbage out there.   Let’s tell the world when we find creative work that is good, original, even uplifting.

 

 

(Ed.  Originally written in March, which gave me the idea for these posts)

My wife is likely fighting the Wuhan Virus.  So we have spent time inside this weekend.  And we watched a delightful, accomplished, and exceedingly fine film called Emma.  Released in 2020, it’s a sumptuous, funny, sweet, and ultimately very moving adaptation of a Jane Austen novel.

Not an Austen purist myself, I’ve never read the source material.  I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the film and as soon as it is available on

New book coming real soon…

New Book coming real soon...

Boy, that was communicated just like an actual author.

But it’s true.  I’m already hard at work on Book Two of my new Cthulhu, Inc. series.

While that’s happening, I’m finishing up the editing and general prettying-up of the first book in that series, The Thing from HR.

It’s very different from any of my previous novels; the cover and title might be a tip off to that fact.  I’m kind of stoked about it (I do, as my website proclaims, call myself a storyteller for a reason), but don’t worry.  I’m planning on completing additional books in the By the Hands of Men and Lonesome George series this year, too.  

I’ll let you

I am working on the new novel, I swear

Just broke 200 pages on it…getting closer to the end of the first draft. But, like I’ve said before, my research leads me down some odd side-streets.

 Like this one. You can apparently download full copies of old pulp magazines here. I haven’t done it, but the covers alone are worth a look.

“The Incense of Abomination.”  Now that is a title.

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And check out some of the writers on those covers (Bradbury!! Lovecraft!! Howard!!).

I see I could spend a long time browsing these, but you get the idea.  Back to work.

A tough day

My dear high-school girlfriend, Sandy Whye, was my first fan and biggest supporter.  We were just broken kids, and our love was unable to overcome the wounds we carried with us into that relationship.  But the fondness and love remained, and we stayed in touch through the decades.

Today is the first anniversary of her sudden and unexpected death.

I was sad yesterday, and I woke up this morning kind of flat and washed out,.  Not devastated as I was when I first heard of her passing 12 months ago, and I figured this muted grayness was going to be the extent of my reaction to the date.  But as the workday went on, it felt like a cold winter …

I call myself a “Storyteller” for a reason

 

Re-titling my webpage as “Roy M. Griffis – Storyteller” wasn’t done lightly.  But I felt honesty demanded it.   Novelist” or “Artist” seemed kind of pretentious, like  business resumes proclaiming “Thought-leader”.

See, I have all kinds of ideas.  Some work best as novels (about 13 – 15 of those in my head), some as screenplays (two or three of those kicking around in the subconscious), some as comic strips.  I’d like to think I’m not a slave to a genre or a niche: I’ve written historical fiction and slightly satiric alternative history.  There’s the filmscript about a man hunting the seductive female vampire that slew his wife, and I’ve won some awards for my short stories and plays.  …

Departures and new realities

My mother passed away at 1240 am on Friday, April 25.

It was a mercy, as she had been struggling with dementia for years and had barely been able to recognize anyone in the final months.

Physically, she had been in good shape until the very end.  My father worked very hard to keep her in their home of over 30 years and he cared for her with great attentiveness and love.

My brother moved to within two miles of their home, and he visited her almost every day, giving my father some breaks and looking after them both.

His dedication was commendable and heroic.

I was able to be there on her last day.  She was on hospice, and …

Treasure is where you look for it

…and what is important to you.
 
Alisa and I finally have been able start the leveling process on “back 40” of the historic home we’ve been working on for 2 years.
 
There is a pond out back…likely dug to drain the water off the majority of 1.4 or so acres back there. The pond area had been so desperately overgrown she and I had been unable to walk all the way around the place.
 
So we took a stroll last night and marveled at pieces of land we’d never really seen before. And found two bottles in the mud by the pond.
 
The middle two I found last night. The outside two I uncovered in about 30 minutes of digging