Coming your way, one dark night...
For the cover of the Horror Zine's latest compilation of verbal and pictorial scariness, it gives me enormous delight to report that this likeness of the Reverend Chyme Duodenum, the priest who sentenced me to marriage until her death do us part, will be the first thing you will see.
The artist, one Dan Harding, has evidently visited the village here because his artwork draws on several local characters. He seems to have picked some of the less bizarre inhabitants but that's not surprising. Some of the others are pretty ugly. Nobody would want their pictures on their wall. It's a pity he didn't call in at Dume Towers but then if he had, those artworks might not be available so widely. Should he ever appear here I promise not to invite him in to be dinner.
Reverend Duodenum will be ecstatic when he finds his picture is in other places too. It appears here, just below the portrait of my mother-in-law, as well as here. The latter author seems also to have visited the swamp since he has written a documentary on its plant life.
Which reminds me. As the official chronicler of the Professor's escapades, it is time I geared up to sending those books out again. They'll never get published if I don't tell anyone about them and two of them have been ready to send for over a year.
The excitement of being in real print once again has galvanised me. So much so that there is now a shortage of zinc in the swamp.
So, suitably rustproofed, I will look out my list of potential publishers and agents and send some queries over the weekend.
Look out for the Reverend Duodenum's picture on Amazon in a few weeks time. He is going to make the purchase of that book an obligation on both his congregation.
I don't think he realises that it's not a prayer book.
Although it might turn a few people towards religion.
