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Art: I'm bringing it home before I put it out there

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This blog post isn’t necessarily for you, but it’s absolutely necessary for me. But if it can help you, excellent. It’s here to be a reminder to me to maintain a resolve . And yes, resolve needs reminders . Don't let any self-deluded arrogant person or group tell you otherwise. Last week the world of social media within the realm of the horror genre (primarily writers, publishers, editors, and artists) had reached such a point of visible chaos that all of the backstabbing, backbiting, screaming, excoriation, ax-grinding, and line-holding was rapidly moving me to the closest fire exit via a wall-hugging sidestep so as to minimize injuries to myself. I wish the irony and hyperbole of that previous sentence were laughable. I was ready to pack it in with a final, “screw this,” and find a way to eke out happiness in this life while keeping a day job and becoming a hermit regarding my creative pursuits. Better to keep them a secret than wait to be the next target borne of somebody’s offe

Manny (April 1, 2004 - January 11, 2021)

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Hi Everyone: By 10 a.m. MST today, 1/11/21, my family and I will have said our last goodbyes and given our last loves and pets to our 17 year-old tuxedo cat, Manny. Renal failure and a heart issue began cascading into other things like mouth sores and pulmonary issues, and they all landed forcefully on him this past week. I’m writing this a day ahead as events have happened so fast, I have to do lucid things while I am lucid and in between the frequent and unpredictable sob fests I’ve been having since getting the heartbreaking news from the vet. I love this Manny-cat with all my heart, and I am completely shattered. And I apologize zero for being that emo dude in this lifetime, especially when it comes to our four-legged kids. My ex-wife Robin and I first got Manny in April of 2006 from Foothills Animal Shelter (and I’ll be taking him there this morning, 1/11/21, for his last time with me here in this life). When we got him, or I should say when he snagged us, we had been living in th

My Source of Dread: Why I Read and Write Horror

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I was five years old and playing in the dirt side yard in front of my childhood home when I met my first clown. I distinctly remember one summer day when a man dressed as a clown and carrying balloons (the colors black and yellow seem prominent in my memory) walked by my house and tried to sell me one of the balloons. I don't remember how much they were exactly, but it didn't matter. I had no change on me. When I told him I had no money, he seemed irritated and raised a hand like he was going to hit me, and skulked away. The whole time he was yelling back at me, “they’re only pennies , kid… they’re only pennies and you can’t even buy ONE? ONE!? ONLY PENNIES!! ” This frightened me in an indescribable way. For weeks I was scared he would come back and kill me because I didn’t buy a balloon. Or worse, he would just stand outside my window. *** “Why do you read and write horror?” Although some horror writers—that is, those who have the guts to actually use the w

Dear Diary/Blog/Journal Site: Is this thing on?

(taps microphone) The forward/right arrow on my keyboard is slightly sticking, and it's driving me crazy. The last time I tried to clean a keyboard I killed it (using foaming glass cleaner spray might have had something to do with it) so I'm a little gun-shy on getting aggressive with it. I share this situation with you so that you understand that this annoyance isn't preventing me from what I've needed to do for a long time: write about my writing, and write about reading and writing in general. Yes, it's practice. It's decompression. It's cathartic. Writing is -to resort to contemporary vernacular- "all of the things". Coffee is "all of the things" too, but I have to exercise caution in combining it with writing as the close proximity can create issues. And add one more excuse for not writing. I've been bedeviled by not-writing for over half a decade (more on that later.. but maybe less would be better). Personal issues, and non