September 26, 2009
A little introduction to the Here Be Monsters process
It was a dark and stormy night. In the dank basement, the harried writers huddled around a frugal meal of chips and pizza dough. Ginger ale flowed to still their restless souls. Somewhere, ghosts of dead pulp authors lay watching, silently biding their time. A sweaty hand dipped into the cracked bowl and drew the first prompt. The writer read it with a troubled heart, "Write a story involving an anthropomorphic muffin." A scream rent the night. It had begun.