ooooh, things are getting fun. Mike and i compiled the final list of stories for the collection (and no one even threw a punch! negotiations on the list went really smooooth) and the acceptances/rejections have been sent. i feel really good about all of it. weird to get so many stories – not to mention so many COOL stories – from such a specific prompt. so we’re on our way!
next is artwork, contracts, proofreading….
but still, pretty early in the New Year.
i feel super-important. like i need a special hat that says “EDITOR” on the brim, and i should keep a clip-on tie nearby at all times so when i read/discuss/work on anything involving the Cipher Sister stuff i can grab my hat and tie and immediately look professional and efficient. the hat would cover my hair-horns and the tie would cover (or at least neutralize) the stick-on tattoo i currently have on my neck.
here’s a quick synopsis of what the collection will be like, pulled from Thunderdome:
CIPHER SISTER follows a simple premise inspired by a true story:
“The sheriff’s department in El Dorado County broke protocol this week and released the names of two deceased residents without notifying their relatives.
The problem is they can’t find any relatives of the twin sisters who were found dead inside their South Lake Tahoe home last week.
The bodies were discovered on Feb. 27, according to the sheriff’s department. Authorities say they most likely died within a short time of one another of natural causes.
The sheriffs haven’t been able to locate the next of kin of the women. Apparently throughout their lives, they always listed each other on all official forms.”
Their names are Lucy and Darcy.
We’re putting their lives back together in imperfect fragments.
A collected history based purely on hearsay and conjecture. We know when they were born. We know when and where and how they died. What happened in between?
or, if you’re more into a visual representation of the tone, here’s the pinterest page i cobbled together:
it’s essentially a bunch of stories about the lives of two very, very mysterious ladies. no Black Dahlia, no true crime – just peeking through eighteen different keyholes at eighteen imaginary moments….