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.
I figured out my problem with After Shadows Call and Mickey. The same is not going to happen with Ruby Caves. Do you know what that problem is? People, naturally, aren’t going to pay for something they can get for free. Not only that, I had some editing issues that I just fixed two days ago. Anyway, this is a scene you won’t ever be seeing after seeing Morgan Freeman:
Christine, the evil car penned by the great Stephen King was my first of a few photos. And then I went into the shrine of Christine where the movie was playing (which isn't half bad) and on into the long line.
"Come on people line up! We've been waiting here for three hours!" a beefy man in a Korn shirt yelled with both hands covering up. He was in the back of the line but no one cared. People who prepaid could go up the stairs first. I had just arrived a few moments before, chattering with a man whose mutton chops could challenge the entire 18th Century. They were that awesome.
Neither of us knew what to do. He was behind me and flashing the prepaid tickets to three days of the Mad Monster Party Horror Convention. I had the same ticket, "I dunno, I just keep hearing things about prepaid and cards or cash. Things like that," I told him.
He shrugged, "Yeah same here, but either way I hope the line thins."
Slightly Off-Topic: The guy above (Arthur Chester) has the exact same facial do as the Mutton-Chops Man!
Well we eventually parted, knowing we had our own things to find. Adios Mutton-Chops Man, you were cool! So anyways I go up with my green paper bracelet and get assaulted by at least five hundred people. I didn't know where to go. Fuddruckers was right in front of me, trying to be tempting with a pretty sales-girl but I wasn't hungry. Too bad, I could have tried my meager flirting skills on her.
The main floor was packed with famous horror actors. I was most interested in seeing Tony Todd (Candyman, Final Destination's) and Dee Wallace (The Howling, Cujo). Tony wasn't there yet but Dee was. But here's the thing. I didn't have any galls enough to go up to them. What was I supposed to say? Anyways, there was also a free Green Screen horror photo shoot which would have been cool. But I didn't want to give out too much personal information to these people.
The auction room is where all of the vendors were. Horror movies, posters, magnets, pins, action figures, Ricou Browning, girls in bikinis, and even a blade collector. They were really sharp! People were in costumes with those weird contacts which look like they hurt. There was a mask contest- with some very promising entries. Ricou Browning folks, is the Creature from Creature from the Black Lagoon. Now in all honesty folks I was surprised he was even still alive. He is in his late eighties now.
Afterwards I went down a short hall and into a dining room/lounge thing. I was looking at a sign which happened to be a menu (the Blake Hotel) was trying to buy me out on food. When blam! a cute brunette bounces up behind me and all Horror Con breaks loose! "Hi there!" she says with an enthusiastically evil grin. "We're screening a short movie. Would you like to watch it?"
I didn't get time to nod or even think about the question. "Great, I'll take you there!" She led me to a nearby room- Carolina A- where a few others were sitting there. We were screened with Desdemona 6; a throw-back to Christine and other killer car flicks. It was funny, had a sad ending, gory at a part, and brilliant in its simple 12 minutes.
Next was Portrait for Hell, 90 minutes of psychological, gory horror. It was of the typical newly weds moving into a spooky (and I mean damn spooky) haunted house. This film had tension, it had love, it had comedy, and an awesome ending. You guys should check it out here: http://www.portraitforhell.com/
Part Two of Day One will be here tomorrow. Until, then....
Around two 'o clock today the water in my house started trickling. We thought it had something to do with the bills. It wasn't. Our time was limited to search the origins- did the rest of the neighborhood have this issue? Well I was off to walk a family friend's dog.
Any-who, on my way back I passed by the local creek. Reedy Creek. It smelled funny; sort of like sewage but less so. The current was strong and it was so murky brown there was nothing to see. I told my superior we need bottled water via text message.
GASPS! An author uses text message?!
Of course I do, welcome to modern times. Now to get back on topic I got home shortly after. Which was in all honesty not too long ago. I write this in my walking clothes. You see, North Carolina doesn't have too much wrong with it.
Lately however we had drought and two neighborhood issues with the water. Including the one today. On each water related event we have salvaged for bottled water. Those bottling companies have a lot of stuff going for them if this keeps up.
This is bottled water propaganda at its finest.
I am an author. I am a fan of horror, thrillers, and comedy.