Christa Miller

Dark Fiction & Children's Fiction

How #metoo drove my second novella

I posted this to Instagram on Monday, September 24, my brief contribution to the #BelieveSurvivors walkout organized by the #MeToo movement founder Tarana Burke: Later that week, listening to Christine Blasey Ford’s testimony, I became unexpectedly enraged. I found so many memories dredged up in a way no testimony had […]

Writing my way through the dark

This week was one of those that feels like it happened two weeks ago. Was it really only last weekend that #MPRraccoon scaled a tall building and gave us all hope in the ability to survive through sheer tenacity. Yep. It was. Only a few nights later, Rachel Maddow would […]

The life and writing lessons of #MPRraccoon

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen some of my tweets this week around #MPRraccoon, the young female raccoon who scaled St. Paul’s UBS tower. Unlike (apparently) much of the rest of the world, I was not going to be satisfied with learning that she had simply […]

roadway leading toward or away from a sunrise

Looking back, looking ahead

I’ve been spending the last few days in end-of-year reflection and coming-year planning, not that planning ever really works out the way we think — 2017 being a great example of that — but more to get my head screwed on straight about what’s come before and what to expect. […]

a man in black huddles against a wall as shadows reach for him

From upside down to in between and beyond

I’ve been a horror fan since I was a young teen. I can trace it back further, to the fact that my favorite Nancy Drew books all took place in creepy locations, and I adored the original Scooby Doo cartoons that I only ever watched with my cousins. But my […]

Things are gonna change, I can feel it

In the time of chimpanzees I was a… okay, never mind. Although, 1993, the year Beck’s “Loser” came out, may as well feel like prehistory. That year, I was graduating from high school with a raft of scholarships, including a three-year Air Force ROTC ride. My future looked bright. Needless […]