Friday, October 21, 2016

Almost Dark Goodreads Giveaway

It's a Halloween Goodreads Giveaway for Almost Dark! Enter to win a copy with a handwritten spooky poem by me :)

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Almost Dark by Letitia Trent

Almost Dark

by Letitia Trent

Giveaway ends October 25, 2016.

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Thursday, September 15, 2016

Giveaway, Best Horror of the Year review

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Almost Dark by Letitia Trent

Almost Dark

by Letitia Trent

Giveaway ends September 16, 2016.
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Goodreads giveaway for Almost Dark!

A review of Best Horror of the Year, Volume 8 from Hellnotes with some kind words for my story, "Wilderness." Huzzah

Monday, August 22, 2016

Links & summer catchup

So, this has been a huge summer for me. I finished my internship in June (and wow, was that a great & also difficult road to travel with a toddler & a full time job), received my MA in counseling psychology in July, and moved to Eureka Springs, Arkansas, in late July. This move has been a dream of mine since I visited this town seventeen years ago on my honeymoon. I remember thinking that the whole town looked like some kind of fairytale. The old kind of fairytale, though--not all sparkles and happy endings, but rough beauty and rocks and sharp cliffs. And now I live here.

I've had some happy publication news, too. I have a short story up in Smokelong Quarterly, one of my favorite publications.

I also had a poem in Stirring, the first place I ever placed a poem (15 years ago!). I am very happy to have my work appear there again.

A few kind reviews at Goodreads for Almost Dark, but more would help! Also, contact me if you want to review a little quiet horror, New England gothic tale of class & gender & the ghosts of factory jobs and 90's teenagerdom.

Lastly, a pic of my "office":

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Amazon Prime and Almost Dark

It's Amazon Prime day, so add Almost Dark to your list: it's on sale :)

I've had a few really kind reviews on Goodreads: please add your own if you've read the book! It really does help.

I did a short reading from the book, plus a reading from a story I published a few years ago in Smokelong Quarterly :)

Lastly, I was nominated for a Shirley Jackson Award for my short story, Wilderness, that appeared in both the anthology Exigencies and Best American Horror Volume 8. I can't recommend both enough :)

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Almost Dark Available Now plus Tinyletter

Hey all. Sorry for the long absence (& blog posts coming).
Almost Dark is available now via Amazon!

Also, I've started a Tinyletter account to send out more personal notes about my work & little blogposts.

Goodreads Giveaway coming up soon! 

Saturday, January 2, 2016

New chapbook: about The Women in Charge

I have a brand new chapbook from the fabulous dancing girl press called The Women in Charge.

The Women in Charge | Letitia Trent

I was writing these poems as I was writing my essay by the same name for The Nervous Breakdown, at a time when I was absorbed with crime television. This was an incredibly anxious time for me.  I had just started a clinical psychology degree and had moved to Boulder, Colorado, where, despite the fact that it is one of the healthiest towns in the country, I was suddenly and mysteriously plagued with chronic sinus and ear infections. In my psych program, I was constantly being asked to do things that made me feel, well, different. For example, one class asked us to lay down in the dark, curled in the fetal position, and imagine being in the womb. Then, we were asked to draw what we imagined during the exercise. I drew a lumpy, black sac with a small, red fetus in the middle. I wrote the words nothing above the picture. I looked up and noticed that everyone else was drawing sunshiny scenes, some with actual hearts coming from a little fetal mouth and words like peace and love written around these perfectly egg-like sacs. Before this program,  I'd mostly been in academic settings as a writer, and writers are allowed to be kind of dark and kind of weird. In this program, I felt like I was walking around with my own personal rain cloud above my head. Once, somebody asked if a client who was "really into horror" might be more ill than other clients, and the instructor had said that yes, in fact, those interests were suspect. I'd just been working on my own horror novel that morning.

That year, I also found myself, surprisingly, with a lot of time on my hands. I've always been a quick reader and a quick essay writer (though perhaps not the best reader or essay writer), so schoolwork didn't take up a great deal of my time. I'd reduced my teaching load to accommodate school. Being sick so often meant that I didn't go out much. During my ample down time, I re-discovered Prime Suspect, a show I'd watched as a kid when it originally aired (my parents didn't really monitor my PBS viewing). I also devoured The Fall, a crime series starring Gillian Anderson. And I discovered a trashy treasure trove, Investigation Discovery, which airs shows like Wicked Attraction and Swamp Murders. I particularly liked Wicked Attraction, which is about "killer couples."

As I ate up this grisly fare of varying levels of quality, I started, for the first time, to think about why the hell I love stuff like this.

I can't say the poems really answer that question, but the process of writing them helped. I think I am afraid of violence, afraid of my own vulnerability, and watching violence enacted, investigated, and ultimately "solved" onscreen is a way to feel some control. It's not that I've learned anything about survival after watching an episode of Wicked Attraction; it's that I have gone through a terrifying process and come out alive. I also recognize that my own childhood, which didn't include overt violence but instead the constant threat of possible violence at the edges of everything, made me curious about how people hurt each other and why. I have also spent a great deal of time in prisons, visiting a close family member convicted of a serious crime. I admit that I sometimes worry I'll turn to one of my trashy TV shows and see a re-enactment of that event. That's not something I would wish on anyone. But still, my curiosity overwhelms me. I want to know about violence. I want to understand it, examine it. I know this desire is about control. A part of me believes that the more I know the safer I will be. My logical brain knows that this isn't true, that you can't know your way to safety, but I try anyway.

These poems are an investigation. And if I were writing that investigation now, it would be different. I'd be more curious about race, class, and gender beyond binaries. I would want to widen my scope. But as it stands, this book is a snapshot into my obsessions and my attempt to wrestle with that desire to know.