Dichotomy, A Cover Letter, Might Be Murder, and Mo*Con

Dichotomy:

1) I hate serial killer stories. Especially stories with a serial killer killing a serial killer.

but

Dexter is my favorite television show. Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite makes the elves in my belly do the happy dance. I've never missed an episode of Criminal Minds.

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Someone recently submitted a 15,000 word manuscript. I don't know what the hell he expected me to do with it. Anyway, his cover letter:

[e-mail begins]
To whom it may concern, Hello my name is [deleted]. I don't know if this story falls into the typical horror catogory but it is a story full of darkness and evil. The story is inspired from a ten year period I spent running from the law. The names have been changed, So I guess that makes it sdemi fictional. I look forward to hearing from you. You can contact me @ [deleted]@[deleted].com or by phone @ ***-***-**** thankyou [deleted]
[e-mail ends]

I'm not a rat, snitch, or concerned citizen, but I was really hoping that he had murdered someone in Texas so that I could forward this e-mail to Joe McKinney. He's a homicide detective in San Antonio. Maybe I could have helped with some cold cases.

No such luck.

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I NEED to go to Mo*Con. I don't know how I'm going to get there, or where I'm going to stay when I get there, but I NEED to go.

Mo*Con III: The Intersection of Spirituality, Art, and Gender

My dad died on June 14, 2003. My dad and I always spoke about death. We spoke about spirituality and our ideas about life after death, the supernatural, the bizarre, the occult...we shared macabre interests. We shared mystic interests. He appreciated my writing, opinions, and beliefs. Our opinions and beliefs were not always things we agreed on, but they were things we shared and discussed.

The fact that Mo*Con is on the anniversary of my dad's death gives it a strange significance. (The 13th-15th was a fucking weird weekend.)

Besides, after my dad died there was this numbness that lasted for a long time. I became distanced, detached, and shunned my former interests. I was afraid that if I looked too closely at all those things we used to share that I would find there was nothing there.

It's a long story.

Anyway, gotta go to Mo*Con.