Oh blog, how I have missed thee.
I'm getting somewhere. Finally - and it sits well. I've never wanted to be called a horror author because is seems cheap - and I hadn't actually written any horror. I don't really want to be known as a fantasy author either because it makes you sound like a cock - even though my two main men (Gaiman and Barker) are mostly known as this, I would never file them there. I'm not sure what I'd file them under, but then I don't feel a need to file...
Anyway, I got asked (yeah, asked) to write a short story about monsters for an anthology. Sure, I figured - why not and then before the week was out, I had a great main character, two shorts nearly finished, a hook on which to hang the hat of a bunch of other shorts that had no direction and a very nice nucleus for Carnival of Souls. At which point, it now feels like I've been avoiding destiny. It's very comfortable, it's very "me" and if I'm honest, I find it one hell of a load easier than some of the other arenas I've been battling in.
I should have seen it coming. I can't hide the fact that I love Kiss. I can't hide my love of wrestling either, it's embedded in my DNA. To complete the circle and unify the unholy trinity, I need to stand up and be counted on this front as well. I freaking love horror when it's done well (or extremely badly for that matter).
That's my big revelation for the week. It feels weird. It's like I've been swimming for weeks on end and somebody just pointed out that I can stop now because I'm at the shore. I guess the job in hand is to make it "not cheap" for myself. Over the years there have been very few who have been able to rise above the tag with any dignity. Being as I'm going it alone for the foreseeable future, that's probably up to me.
In a round up of other events this week that are worth a blog, Ellie came home with a copy of Bust-A-Rhyme in which she had gotten one of her poems published and Rhiannon became a Sixer at Brownies and got more badges than I have superglue to fix them on with. Good work small people!
Future events to look forward to include Eleanor's first exhibition of her paintings. I'll post a link and a map here as soon as I know where it is just in case some of you happen to be around. I also got word today that Kahn is playing at the Goat Tavern in Green Park on Friday night. Go. Pay. Cheer.
For the more observant of you, if you're reading this at the native blogger site, you'll see that Google have finally made tabs available (just beneath the header image). Watch out for massive expansion of this space over the next couple of weeks.
This week I read: The Last Child (John Hart), Blood Brothers (Jack Kerley) and made some serious inroads with The Owl Killers.
Today, I launched the ZodiacLung Mobile Application (available on the right hand side there somewhere) and laughed my ass off at this
