Hey there! Thanks for stopping by and welcome! This is my first blog posting on my first blog…ever. I may be behind the times but I have always been a lover of a sharp pencil and a crisp, clean, piece of paper. I’ve heard that the only way to reach people is online, so, on that note, I’ll keep this first post short and sweet; I don’t want to scare you off just yet.
We all have that dark twisty corner of our brains and selves that we indulge in dark theaters, watching the fourth Saw installment, or imagining the different monsters living behind the closet door.If you’re like me, you’ve devoured King classics and followed werewolf adventures whenever you could get them. I am hoping to offer a supernatural sampling of dark twisty horrors – something for everyone.
This past year my grandfather passed away, though I felt that I lost him a couple years before. Alzheimer’s is a scary disease, creeping in in between jokes about misplaced car keys and sighs from listening to the same story for the fifth time. Before the disease progressed, my grandfather was a brilliant, quick-witted, loving and generous man. We all have those loved ones who seem to really “get” us and who encourage our true passions. For me, that was him. My 6-year old stories were just as interesting as whatever mystery novel he was reading – and he made sure I felt that way. When he died in February, I hated the idea of writing or reading, and tried to avoid anything that reminded me of him. I have come to realize that he would not want that for me at all. I have made too many excuses and procrastinated away too many hours and thought, “why not today?”
Now that I have bared that tiny part of my soul to you, dear reader, I invite you into the darker parts of my mind as we explore.