Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
I was driving home in the rain today when I heard Pink Floyd's The Wall come on the radio. I'm not one of those people who leave on a radio station and just listen to whatever the hell comes on--I hunt for something I like, often going through the dial multiple times before finally hitting on something decent. But The Wall? Awesome. That's one of those songs/albums that has the ability to instantly warp you back to the past--if you're old enough to remember when it came out. Luckily, I am.
Friday, May 3, 2013
My story is called The Island of Small Desires. I really worked at it, because the theme of dreams coming true was so tough for me to work with for various reasons. Anyway, I'm happy with how it came out, and so was Brittiany because it made the cut, thankfully. The anthology should be out pretty soon, and I'll let everyone know once it becomes available. I get a particular sense of accomplishment after writing short stories that's not quite the same as when I finish writing a book. It's tough to describe. Book writing is much more consuming, obviously, but short story writing feels just as powerful. Weird. And hard to describe.
First of all, I went to the 9am show. Rather than post another image from the movie, I'm posting a pic I shot of the concession stand at the theater. That's what it looks like when the place first opens--empty! I've seen this thing swamped with people, so this was kind of a relief. I didn't expect the place to be crowded, of course. What I expected was to share the theater with some diehard fans like myself, people who really wanted to see this particular movie, and that's pretty much what I got--a handful of nerdy loners like myself. Nice.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
I haven't felt much like blogging this week. I've spent the last few days working on a special chapter for The Bloody Chorus, one that really took my mind and my mood in a dark direction. I get to research a lot of different subjects when writing, and usually it's fun. This time, however, the subject of my research was torture. Real torture, the kind practiced by states like Nazi Germany. I don't want to spill too much about the scene I'm writing, because that would ruin the story for those of you who'll be reading it someday. All I knew was that I wanted it to feel "real" while at the same time being entertaining enough to keep people engaged and not grossing them out. I'm not a horror writer, after all.