Friday, October 19, 2012

Disclaimer

Today as I was driving to work in the dark and rain (while sitting in traffic as usual) I started to think about why I write what I write. See I am a horror writer; I write about psychological tendency, gore, sex, mischief, violence and that grey area that people seem to skip over. Honestly I can't tell you when a switch flipped in my head to decide to write horror; it's just something I've always done.

Part of it comes from dealing with things in my life. Instead of facing them directly I take what I've experienced and blow it out of proportion with a horror story. This is what has kept me sane the past years. That being said I've realized I just have a twisted mind.

I like to visualize things and most of my stories start with a visual idea and I work out from there. For example, my short story series that I'm in the process of publishing now started off with me visualizing a scene of a vampire bearing down on a man in a motel bathtub and his blood staining the otherwise stark white porcelain. So yeah... I might be a little bit messed up in the head sometime but you know what? I'm completely okay with that.

The feeling to be able to create these stories, characters and scenarios is one that honestly I can't explain. I love taking these otherwise deranged concepts and turning them into my own work. Most times I find that I quickly fall in love with my characters and wish that they were real.

Yesterday after I was writing a particularly gruesome short story I decided I wanted to go running outside. In retrospect I shouldn't have jumped right into going in going out into the woods since it had a strange affect. There was a man walking through the woods with a cane who then suddenly picked it up and started walking regularly and even almost running.

For some reason I got it in  my head that he was going to come after me (completely irrational I know) so I took off running down the hill and up the other hill. I stopped once I was far enough away that I couldn't see him anymore and continued to jog back to my apartment. Turns out I ended up with a good work out from that. It's just an example of how sometimes I get so wrapped up in my stories that I lose sense of reality.

Basically what I'm trying to get at here is my stories are not for the faint of heart. My grandmother always jokes that she will gladly buy all my books but she will probably never read them since she can't handle horror. So just know that Dark Cell was the tamest out of all my writings. It was written for a class originally so it couldn't be too demented. My other stories though, especially my book Summer's Hollow,be ready to be disturbed, intrigued and fall in love with my characters right before I go all Whedon and kill them off (just kidding, or am I? mwuahaha).

4 comments:

Summer said...

I have a 12 year old that turns every shadow or creak into something frightful. Maybe he'll go this route? Who knows. I do know, however, that he ends up scarying himself so badly he can't sleep at night. I feel for him. Once you get your mind going, it's hard to turn off.

Eliora said...

You are delightfully diabolical, my dear.

Kallan Kennedy said...

*CaCkLe* I love you, Sammi!

Sam Curtin said...

Summer, thankfully I don't scare myself before going to sleep (I'm notorious for watching horror movies in the dark and then going soundly to sleep). In actuality I think my obsession with horror started when my Dad showed me the Exorcist when I was 6 (which of course my mom went postal about). Ever since they my brain is on horror mode 24/7.

Lori, I LOVE that alliteration! I must steal it and use it for something fun... *plots*

Kallan, I love you too! Thanks for putting up with my twisted self ;)

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