The Back Story

If you're wondering why I chose Horror as the genre I wanted to write in, the short answer is, I didn't.

Horror chose me.

I can still remember cracking up at the antics of Zacherly, the "Cool Ghoul", who hosted Shock Theater long ago...had to be the late '50's, with me being maybe three or four at the time. I was glued to the tube, my first introduction to Karloff's Frankenstein, Lugosi's Dracula, and Chaney Jr.'s Wolf Man, along with a collection of other old films in glorious black and white... well, as long as I had the rabbit ears positioned just so.

Then, with the magic of books, the world opened up, from classics like Stoker's "Dracula" to the well worn copies of the EC Comics that had been banned before my time. Tales from the Crypt, The Vault of Horror, and of course, Famous Monsters of Filmland.

The silver screen had no shortage of good content for my mind to swallow and process...Hitchcock's "Psycho", "Village of the Damned", "The Day of the Triffids", and so on. Those led to the explosion of Technicolor on screen with the Hammer Horror imports, generally starring the great Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing.

(Of course, I'd discovered girls by then, and the plunging necklines in those Hammer films were welcome too)

As much as I enjoyed all that, I was unprepared for that day in 1976...I'd been accustomed to looking over the paperbacks in the Newsstand in the lobby of the building I worked in, but when I wandered in that day, one cover caught my eye right away.

It was jet black, top to bottom, and embossed with a face. Upon closer inspection, there was one drop of color on the black surface... That color was red, it was a drop of blood on the lip of the embossed face. The book was the first paperback printing of Stephen King's "Salem's Lot", and it opened a whole new world of horror to me.

The town was so familiar, as were the people in it. They shopped where I did, paid the same to gas up as I did, hell they even drank the same beer as I did!

Relatable. That was the magic, the thing that Stephen King does so well. He gives life to the places and people, which draws the reader in because we give a damn about them. When the bad things happen, and we KNOW they will, we care. That taught me the power of the written word, and how much a well crafted tale could give to its readers.

Life tends to keep us occupied, but finally... north of 60, but finally, I decided to put pen to paper.

I hope you enjoy some of the ink that pen has left on that paper..

The ideas begin to flow naturally, much like blood...

What began as a lark, a test, soon grew into a passion

The work is getting out there

The acceptances begin adding, stories now appearing in print, on the Web, and also in Podcasts...

Time to dig deeper

The time has come to challenge myself, and begin work on a novel about that recurring character that keeps appearing...