I love Halloween. The crisp air. The bursting colors. Pulling your hoodie tighter around you. Is it because the chill finds its way in or because there’s something else in the night? Perhaps it’s because there’s something in the shadows watching you, waiting to pounce and tear your flesh from your bones. But you just tell yourself that it’s just the chill in the air….
Contrary to the above paragraph, I find it difficult to write horror. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE horror. I LOVE looking for the shadows that don’t belong. But how do you write something when very little scares you? It’s not the demons and creatures that hide in the darkest corners of the night that scare me. It’s the thing hiding in the shadows waiting to drag me off at knife point as I leave work before I get to my car. It’s the guy following me home at 10 o’clock at night. It’s the man hiding outside the window of a five-year old, fantasizing. It’s the incompetent politician calling for war on false pretenses. All of those things can really happen….it has and will again. Reality scares me.
I am drawn to the serial killer in the hockey mask brandishing a machete who never seems to die no matter how many times you shoot him. I am intrigued by the burnt pedophile wearing a clawed glove invading teenagers’ dreams. These things can’t happen, but they don’t scare me. I know they scare a lot of people, but I am not one of them.
It’s very odd to admit that I am a horror write who doesn’t scare easily. As authors we need to write what we know. As horror authors we need to write what scares us. How do you incite fear when not much scares you? Want to know what REALLY scares me? Zombies. Zombies wake me up at night, in sweat drenched sheets, and prevent me from falling asleep for hours. Zombies make sure I don’t sleep for days and even weeks afterward. But I can’t write about zombies. Why? Because I can’t do the “research” needed to do the genre justice.
So what do I do? I write about what scares other people. I understand the fear. I understand the mechanics of fear. This allows me to tap into that part of the psyche that allows me to write horror without being scared by it. Don’t get me wrong….some of the things that I write DOES scare me. I am terrified of drains….which makes showers and washing dishes interesting to say the least. This was the inspiration for The Drain.
My sense of humor is out there. It’s morbid. I think I scare people, just by being me. My coworkers have grown to understand my sense of humor. And even find most it funny…lol. Though some people do look at me and cross to the other side of the room….I don’t mind it. That just means I did my job successfully. 😉 I like to make people wonder. I’m odd that way.
Well. I guess it’s time to turn in. Bob (the homeless guy handcuffed to my radiator) needs water and his bowl changed. I do hope he doesn’t make too much noise tonight. Though I think the duct tape and cattle prod taught him a lesson last night….
Disclaimer: I really don’t have someone chained to my radiator. They are too weak…easily pulled away from the wall. I have an eye hook anchored to a concrete wall that he’s shackled to…