The Carving Is What You Say It Is: The Futility of Classification
by Carla E. Dash

When people ask what I write, I struggle to answer. “Fantasy” evokes elves, magic, and fairies. “Horror” calls forth images of gruesome murders and gristly deaths. “Speculative fiction” induces polite bafflement that I attempt to allay through bumbling explanations that both sell my writing short and insufficiently describe it.