…well, not any more than he hates the rest of you.
Although, I admit I’ve been rude in making my introduction. I’d love to meet Lovecraft fans. I’d even love more if they’d recognize my literary contributions. Not to the Cthulhu mythos, but rather my parallel world inspired by HP Lovecraft and the categorization of his mythos driven by August Derlerth. I say that and I know I raise hackles – but what other legitimate fantasy have you diehard Lovecraft fans to get upset about? I offer you something to burn in your dying fires – a sacrifice to Moloch, perhaps?
I could be more professional. More patient. Yet I expect “they,” of anyone, can recognize the social awkwardness we all share. I speak specifically of us folks fond of archaic horror, theology, cosmology and myth. I’m not anti-social. Shy and wary about making new friends, yeah, but I’m truly open-minded. I’m open-hearted tempered by frustrated anger. Dammit, I can’t get into Lovecraftzine.
Like 99% of the blind publishers to which I’ve submitted my stories, Mr. Mike Davis at Lovecraftzine doesn’t bother to even return my messages. I thought the submission guidelines read I don’t necessarily need to adhere to the mythos. Yet it is obvious, the man wants pastiche – as defined by Lovecraft aficionado and horror author W. H. Pugmire. I need no more illustration than the video chats at Lovecraftzine. Those forums are populated with accomplished faces. I watch and feel unwelcome.
Yes, there are many authors with much mythos material, all better written and more evil and grandiose than I’ve mustered to date. They deserve publication, recognition and readers, too. I know I’m not special. Yet I am unique. We weird tales authors do draw upon the same sources – mainstream religions, Egyptian and Sumerian mythologies. Nevertheless, I am different. Anti-Pastiche? There is that prefix. I think that’s worthy some unholy recognition.
Whereas mainstream Lovecraftian authors propagate the ethos – and I merely make use of the conventional meaning of the word “mainstream,” I’m more subtle. I’m more insidious than Stephen King’s Yog-Sothoth graffiti found inside his novel The Stand. I substitute my own monsters and gods. You see, and I’ve mentioned ofttimes, I have sketchbooks I’ve kept since High School. They are my collective Necronomicon. Those books are the source of my recurring visions. What more real-world parallels do you readers not see? My Pazuzu Trilogy is the Cthulhu mythos reborn, reincarnated for the early 21st century. Yes, there are others but this is mine. It is worthy of your attention. Please, read me. All I need are twelve devotees and this story will rise from sands and spread across the world.
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