Diversions

I've never been good at hobbies. Maybe I should elaborate on that a bit. I've never been good at maintaining hobbies. My attention span doesn't really allow for it. I'll become heavily invested in something for several months, burying myself in the minutia of whatever it happens to be. The history, what's currently going on, … Continue reading Diversions →

Centering

The time is rapidly approaching where I'm going to be doing something exciting. Terrifying too actually. It will be, in a lot of ways, a whole bunch of new crammed into a very brief amount of time. New challenges, new problems and just a whole change in how my life will be. But no matter … Continue reading Centering →

In Code

Since I started this blog, I've been very interested in making it my own creation. I've even gone to the trouble of registering a domain name, so it's not just another .wordpress.com blog, but dylancharles.net. Which still makes me excited by the way. I know it's a simple matter of, you know, paying money, but … Continue reading In Code →

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 →