The days are getting “Spooky”

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I’ve had the pleasure of working with the fine folks at CozyDaze by promoting their online retail launch, adding content to their social media presence, and, well, you know, general bloggery.

I’ve been having a ball with it. I love Hallowe’en. Not the day of Hallowe’en, but the weeks and months surrounding it. Let’s be honest here, for some of us, every day is Hallowe’en.

When I was asked to participate in their “SpookyDaze“, the Autumn/Halloween division of the CozyDaze mothership, it was a no-brainer. I loved their products and respected the vision of the company as a whole.

I understood that the first year or so would be about branding and growth. The idea for CozyDaze, and by extension SpookyDaze, toward a more unique expression is what really attracted me. They have a great eye for what could be.

I am thrilled to be playing a small part in seeing their dream realized.

I invite you to have a look at their online marketplace. I think you’ll agree, their product line is inspiring. Better still, the future is even darker…

Below is a sample of the type of blogs I’ve been writing for them. Today being the anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe’s death seemed an appropriate subject —

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Many people use different dates to signify the “beginning” of Halloween. Some mark it by astrological events such as the Autumnal Equinox or the Harvest Moon, while others look to altogether different signposts. One such signpost is upon us today — the death of Edgar Allan Poe.

Poe left this world under strange and bizarre circumstances befitting a writer of the macabre and originator of the detective story.

The year was 1849, and on the 7th day of October, Poe, who was but 40, was found delirious,”in great distress, and… in need of immediate assistance”, on the streets of Baltimore on October 3rd.

The author crossed from this world to the next from a bed at Washington Medical College. It was a Sunday morning.

Poe was never conscious enough to explain his dire state. Oddly enough, he was wearing someone else’s clothes altogether.

He called out the name “Reynolds” repeatedly the night before his death, though, to my knowledge, the mystery of who that name belonged persists.

According to legend, Edgar Allan Poe’s final words were “Lord help my poor soul”.

To further add to this mystery, all medical records were lost as pertained to his case, including his certificate of death.

Today, we raise a toast to the memory of Edgar Allan Poe, one of the greatest writers of the weird this world has ever produced.

And for those of you who use his death to mark the beginning of the holiday, “Happy Halloween”!

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So, there you have it. Give SpookyDaze a look, if you will. Browse the website. Follow us on Facebook. But most of all, have a spooky good time.

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