Archive for October, 2009
Time to write some horror, Person Who Reads This Website. You want advice? I got advice up the Yin Yang. But, since I’m also a little crazy, I happily counter my own advice in a self-defeating game of Devil’s Advocate! Why? Fuck it, I dunno. I started to think of how to bolster these arguments, [...]
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Hm? Huh? Whuh? Oh, it’s you. I know, I know, you’re expecting a post on writing horror. It’s coming. Shut up. Just relax. Take these quaaludes. Loosen your pants. Drink this. Put on this giraffe costume, it’ll feel so natural. Wait, what? Oh. Uhh. What I mean is, it’s another Painting With Shotguns. Boom. Wait, [...]
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Before I get into the nitty and the gritty of writing horror, it seems appropriate to talk about the things that freak my shit out. Not all of it is related to fiction — some of it, actually, is stuff in real life that gives me the shivering nipples and make me want to go [...]
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Yesterday, I said a little something-something about writing suspense and building tension. Today, we’re forging deeper into the Scare Factory, past the sleeping machines that tear men asunder and rend their souls from their bones and make delicious Sriracha sauce. (That stuff is delicious, so it has to be distilled from human souls.) Let’s get [...]
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I read a good hundred pages of McCammon’s Mister Slaughter today. And now I want to talk to you about writing suspense. See, those hundred pages? I devoured them. I devoured them the way a star-eating space angel from beyond humanity’s ken devours delectable nuggets of ruined sanity plucked from our mumbling, murmuring lips by [...]
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