The Wyrd magazine exists because of Fred Ward and that damn movie. You know, Cast a Deadly Spell.
I was a grad student and deep into my Bohemian phase when Mr Ward’s Harry Philip Lovecraft (yes, that’s the character’s name) rocked my world. Mystery, crossed with magic, mixed with noir and then re-mixed with Cthulhu mythos.
Sure, it was a bit hokey. Okay, it was a lot hokey. But at the time, it was just about the most fun I’d had watching a flick.
Ward’s movie stuck with me and since then, I’ve developed a real taste for genre-crossing (and breaking) stories. I don’t think there are nearly enough of them out there. Not even close to enough. So when I recently moved into publishing, The Wyrd found me as much as I found it.
Kinda like a troubled client might find a trenchcoat detective who refuses to use magic.