This is another excellent essay from K.C. Redding-Gonzalez!
When I was a teenager, I loved horses. I rode competitively briefly, showing other peoples’ hunters… and I desperately wanted one of my own.
Standing next to a fellow rider once, I was asked if I had my own horse. I replied, no…but I hoped to have one someday. The girl snorted, looking down her nose at me. “If you really wanted one,” she said, “You would have one by now.”
Little did I know, this was how the world would be looking at my writing forty years later.
If you were any good, you would be published by now…
To my Horror, I actually believed that for an ungodly long time.
The Truth About Age in Fiction Writing
I have often wondered why no one ever discusses age (like race) as a contributor to Horror fiction.
I have often wondered why once we are ensconced (read trapped or…
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