I talk often about origin stories (as in, the origins of how I began to write in general, and the origin of certain stories). It can be humbling, figuring out where to start. I just found an old friend’s blog again after finally taking the time and reading the posts of a fellow author/blogger. Well… okay, I found it because I finally checked my non-school email. This author/blogger I’m talking about is a former colleague of my mother’s, when I worked with Queen City Forward in Charlotte, North Carolina for an internship. Tori Karlek is her name, and this is the post I am talking about: Why I Write. She talks about problems with actually sitting down and writing, and I do too, as does every author out there, no matter how big. And sometimes seeing a cliché message is what you need for the day, no matter how often you have seen it, because you see it at the right time. Yesterday I saw her post at the right time.
Seven years ago I began my blog and created a Facebook page which has since evolved from me simply stating the title of the blog post or story, to me becoming far more engaged in my small community. Profile pictures are simply pictures of me trying out different styles of beards, and accurately depict my path through weight-loss. It's subtle, but I am definitely still losing weight, but I digress.
I make it very clear that some of my writing is not for children. I have no qualms and no regrets. They have plenty of entertainment options. My primary portfolio is for readers sixteen and up. By that point, their parents should be aware of what their children are watching/viewing. Now, not all of my work is an exploitative gore-fest. Readers know that.
Before I began writing Westward Prophets, before I even came up with the extremely vague ideas it would hold, I watched three demon related movies/TV shows: The Exorcist (on Fox), The Conjuring, and The Exorcism of Emily Rose.
I'm going to focus on romance today, because there's nothing better to discuss on such a wonderful day. Below is a short, tender moment between Lt. Sarah Bryson and her husband, William Bryson, from Ruby Caves. This is an important scene. The hug, the quietness- a moment to let everyone relax before the extreme, inevitable violence. This is one of the parts where I actually (mostly) stray from putting my characters into emotional turmoil. Here, Sarah is fighting the past, even while remembering it. Remembering helps her keep focus of what's ahead of her.
An old coworker of mine from Camp Dogwood used to read my stories when there was a pause in our work. When she read my horror stories she always found them frightening. They weren’t overtly frightening though. I asked her on a walk after work one night what she had always meant. She explained that what I had in my stories was a slow creep factor. Everything would be normal, but at the same time something was obviously very wrong with the scene. I put focus on certain things that would make sense in our natural world but still have a feeling of wrongness and ebbing dread. Little things too. A sentence of oddness, and then I immediately move on to something normal.
Good anxiety exists- it is the feeling I have as I draw nearer to completing my magnum opus. I see that finish line. I can see people cheer me on as time goes on. It is not drawing away, as if in a dream, it is staying where it is, waiting for me because it knows I will get there eventually. My fingers are numb from the keyboard and my wrists hurt as I continue to write with pencil and pen on notebooks. As do my eyes, staring at a computer screen for long periods of time. But man oh man is it worth it! No pain, no gain right?
When I first began writing in full in high school, I was concerned with the number of what I thought were unoriginal movies. And then I read about an author saying that a lot of them start with fan fiction of sorts. I do not personally read too much fan fiction. A lot of it just gets too… weird and perverted, and that’s saying something if I’m worried about seeing it. Who knows, I could just be looking in the wrong places. None of that really matters now anyway. I write my own fan fiction, or that’s where some of it started!
If someone makes a scene in public I watch. r/PublicFreakout on Reddit is great for videos like that. Anyone would watch, because it is mostly hilarious even though sometimes it is quite frightening. As long as it is not happening to me it is funny. At any rate, some of these videos result in the cops being called, if they are not in the area already. The moral is- do something disruptive/dangerous/indecent in public and a government official (or everyone) will probably know about it. In my stories, this will even take into account a monster attack. Of course, when they arrive the authorities will have it look like nothing abnormal/paranormal/supernatural was happening in the area so everyone can move on with their relatively simple lives.
There will be a lot of recurring themes, plot points, or characters in my stories. Mind you, these are only recurring, they won’t feature in every story. A lot of them are actually themes I encourage myself to write, because I am really, really tired of seeing them in other stories (of any medium).
I am an author. I am a fan of horror, thrillers, and comedy.