|I expect that Torquere will have a huge blast for the release of the|
Halloween Sips, so stay tuned and I'll let you know what's up. I'll
also be on BethWylde's Halloween bash with a contest. Thing have been
so hectic lately that I'm not sure which night is which. By November 1,
I'll be ready forDia De Los Muertos. Zombie writer, anyone?
style="font-style:italic;">The Bewitching Hour is set
in the French Quarter on Halloween Eve. A mortal breaks his taboo
against doing anything exactly at midnight, especially when it's
Halloween. Pan and one of his fauns decide to play a game with him, but
they don't play nice.
Few of my stories have real life inspiration, but this one did. The first time I went to Saints and Sinners, I was wandering around the French Quarter at night. As I
walked out of the Bourbon Pub, I looked across the street into Oz, and saw a go-go boy wearing a white cowboy hat, white cowboy boots, and tiny white briefs dancing on the bar (I've never seen a go-go boy on the bar any other year I've been there). While everyone else sort of hopped around to thethumpa-thumpa dance music, he was doing this slow dance, hands running down his chest, off in his own little world. It
remains one of the most enduring mental images I have of New Orleans.