Another Writing and Revising

I found myself dipping back into the macabre when writing another blurb in my 12 Day of Halloween Before Christmas series, which isn’t hard to do when dealing with the macabre. Especially in today’s world. I’ll share where I landed and how I arrived at it.

I start with a picture I’ve taken of some Halloween decorations and then use that as a jumping off point.

Final blurb: The glowing pumpkin child comes at every ugly cry. The glowing pumpkin child arrives any time someone gets something they didn’t ask for, like a pepsi instead of a coke. The glowing pumpkin child enters, often from stage right, to shine at every window that needs a warmer light.

This felt like it needed more and so there was more!

The glowing pumpkin child comes at every ugly cry. The glowing pumpkin child arrives any time someone gets something they didn’t ask for, like a pepsi instead of a coke. The glowing pumpkin child enters, often from stage right, to shine at every window that needs a warmer light, opening for the sweet, chilling wind of loss that couldn’t escape without a good thought in mind such as the glowing pumpkin child’s light warming brightly through the sleepless nights, the unbearable kindness of others as you drown politely, the wish to keep nothing of your bodily delights….

First, bodily delights? This isn’t a romance novel.
Second, while I intended to tug a bit deeper at the heartstrings, this felt too damaging for the sweetness to come out on top.

So I scrapped this entire blah blah blah and went in another direction:

And now the hippest, and quite possibly, the best techno song in quite some time:

Everyone wants to dance the night away when the pumpkin boy comes. Just ask them of their problems and they’ll say, they’ll say they’ll wait and wait and wait, the pumpkin boy will come and wish all of their fears away… and their right! He will. At night. Because. You will dance with him and he will dance with you, you, you, all night. night. night. All night. All night. All. Nights.

The pumpkin boy will come as the prophecies have told and grant everyone wishes so true, something made of glitter and gold, something magnificent to behold when you’re…