Portrait of a Writer’s Block

It is not without trepidition that I start this post. Not because I'm concerned that I'll reveal some deep dark secret, one that will shock the world and cause my friends to abandon me in droves. Nor am I concerned that I'll dissolve in a misty, murky jumble of emotionally driven platitudes and cliches, vomiting … Continue reading Portrait of a Writer’s Block →

Scaring Myself

I've always been interested in looking at the types of horror that I write about, because I think it says a lot about the kind of person I am, about what makes me tick. I have a tendency to steer clear of anything that's spiritual. Ghosts do not scare me. Haunted houses scare me even … Continue reading Scaring Myself →

Little Green Book

For the first time in a long while, I'm keeping a little notebook to keep stray ideas. In fact, this blog entry started out in the little green book. I've never been one to keep a journal. It's too much stress. I've gotta write in it every day, or it doesn't count. I've gotta scribble … Continue reading Little Green Book →

Sweet Dreams

My subconscious and I have never really gotten along. There's a vicious little bastard running things down there in the darkness and apparently he doesn't like me much. Night after night, he puts together the most twisted shit he can and runs a nightmare double-feature. Which is, in itself, annoying. I would like to get … Continue reading Sweet Dreams →

The World is Miserable, Solid All the Way Through

I've always wanted to blur the lines between fiction and reality, just the tiniest bit, just enough to make a reader turn and stare a little harder at the dark around them, wondering if there might be something lurking there. I've always had an extremely overactive imagination, but it's always based in reality. I scared … Continue reading The World is Miserable, Solid All the Way Through →

Sparked

For the last few months I've been feeling uninspired with regards to my writing. I haven't worked on a new story idea in months. Instead, I've been focusing on either editing stories, or rewriting stories I wrote years ago in the hopes that they could be salvaged. It's been a long stagnant period that I … Continue reading Sparked →

Ye Olde Bostontownne

One of the things that makes Boston so attractive to me is its age. I'm always drawn to old things, ancient things that have a history that goes back to the before. Ancient Roman coins, 19th century novels, and 17th century cities: they spark something inside me. I can imagine the people that have walked … Continue reading Ye Olde Bostontownne →

Boston: In Summary

Though I only spent a few days there, I'd like to live in Boston. It's a big city that manages to avoid feeling like one. New York feels like a cramped, seething, writhing mass of cranky people, which Boston has managed to avoid. Mainly, I think, by not cramming 13 million people onto an island. … Continue reading Boston: In Summary →

Boston Borne

It's been a good long while since I've last gone anywhere new. Hell, it's been a long time since I've traveled more than a state away, new or not. So I'm looking forward to going to Boston. That might be an understatement of sorts. I should specify that I am looking forward to the experience … Continue reading Boston Borne →

The Healing Powers of Touch

I have an innate need to touch things. It makes the object more real, more immediate. Seeing something is almost never enough for me to verify the existence of whatever it is I'm looking at. I run my hands along fences and brush and buildings, especially if I'm in a new place. I like to … Continue reading The Healing Powers of Touch →