I don’t know why I do this. That thought probably runs through my head every five minutes. On a good day, maybe once an hour. On a bad day, it’s always there, a giant fuckin’ neon sign, flashing beneath the…
I don’t know why I do this. That thought probably runs through my head every five minutes. On a good day, maybe once an hour. On a bad day, it’s always there, a giant fuckin’ neon sign, flashing beneath the…
Wow, this place gathers dust fast! So I had a big blog post all written up, a massive tribute to the frigid hell that is winter, and, more specifically, how months of cold weather and grey skies turn me from…
Short of “Registered Sex Offender,” no three words seem to consistently raise eyebrows and result in awkward pauses and general discomfort than the following: “I Write Horror.” It’s the literary equivalent of farting in church, a close cousin to being…
A year ago I challenged myself to write a book that really scared me. Like leave-the-lights-on scary. Like bad-things-happen-to-good-people scary. Like get-beneath-your-skin-and-drive-you-insane scary. After a year of going full dark and coming up with sentences and paragraphs and whole chapters…