Guest Post
Things that Inspire You and Why?
I pull inspiration from many places. From other authors (I’m looking at you, Adam Nevill and Nick Cutter). From movies (I’ve been hopelessly addicted to scary movies since I was about six years old). Comic books (the first comic I can remember buying was Fright Night #5—don’t look it up or else you’ll see how old I am!). From video games (I waited out front of my local game store to get Silent Hill on the PlayStation the day it came out). And various other forms of media.
But when it comes to writing, my raison d'être is my kids. I’ve always enjoyed telling stories. In my younger days, I did so through drawings. I even went to school for animation. But it was the birth of my first child that pushed me to do more. Picture this: I was sitting in the small, spare room of our house. Next door, sleeping soundly, was my newborn daughter. I had my computer open and was working on a comic script (with the intention of drawing it myself), when I thought of that little blob of flesh swaddled on the other side of the wall. And, for some reason, I was hit with this need to write. Not a comic script (which, let’s be honest, I would never have actually drawn), but an honest-to-goodness novel. Why a sweet little baby would motivate me to write a book about scary things, is a question best left to the therapists, but the fact is, she did. That novel was terrible and is safely locked away on my computer so that it can’t hurt anybody, by the way. To this day, I still do what I do because of them (I have two kids now and they would rather watch TikTok than read my books. Sigh). They will always be my inspiration.
A fast-food playland with a nightmarish secret, a greenhouse with a bug problem, a busload of kids lost in the woods, a trip through the solar system to investigate a strange comet, and many more.
Brace yourself for an unrelenting journey through a world where evil knows no bounds, and darkness consumes all.
Excerpt
Alison got out of her car, the engine still on, and staggered down the road. Blood soaked through the front of her dress. It looked black—like a growing oil spill—under the sickly haze of the street lights. A smattering trail of circles on the pavement marked her route as she stumbled away. Her underwear, torn and soiled, hung limply around one ankle.
She did not want to look back at the car, but a deep, primal urge overrode all her wants and desires. Even as her body trembled, she found herself peeking over her shoulder. Tendrils of mist, which were seeping in off the nearby dark fields, gave her vehicle a ghostly appearance. A 3000-pound wraith waiting to lunge. The headlights, blazing though the fog, seemed to stare back at her. The fender, a taunting grin. Specks of blood dotted the windshield from the inside; gory handprints stained the seats.
Something moved within the car. An arm, a face, briefly—horribly—illuminated by the interior lights. A shifting figure, covered in a blanket of shining viscera. It was already bigger than it should be. It was growing fast.
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ReplyDeleteThis should be a fantastic novel. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThe excerpt sounds really good.
ReplyDeleteThis looks like a fantastic read.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great book! Thank you for the guest post & excerpt! :)
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