So I’ve been trying to start a story for Dark Scribe press and failing miserably. I think this is mainly because of the old adage “write what you know”, and I don’t KNOW horror. I don’t watch horror, I don’t read horror and when it comes to scary computer games like Silent Hill I turn down the volume and I shut my eyes. So there’s no chance in hell I’m ever going to be able to write something that’ll scare anyone. *gives up* What did amuse me, though, is their submission call which said: We are not interested in science fiction/fantasy, mystery, or splatter punk for this anthology. We’re looking for stories about those terrors that populate the closets of gays, lesbians, and bisexuals. Terrors can be of any shape, size, and theme ? supernatural, psychopaths and slashers, vampires, werewolves, zombies, urban legends, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and original horrors of any kind.
That’ll be the NON fantasy werewolves, vampires, ghosts and vampires then. Bah it’s annoying, though, but every idea I had had been done a million times before.
I had a really creepy thing happen to me yesterday though, I’d been spending a lot of time in the afternoon considering the weather of New Year 1963 in relation to the novel, and as I was driving home I heard someone on the radio talking about going grape-picking. My first thought was “grape picking? In January?” It took me about ten seconds or so to realise that I wasn’t driving through the Great Freeze of 1963…. I think the lack of 20 foot snowdrifts finally gave it away. *headdesk*© Copyright 2007 Erastes, All rights Reserved. Written For: Erastes