A daydream carried a bit too far
A long time ago I was introduced to Stephen King. It was a giant book full of short stories. Soon after reading his amazing work I graduated to his novels.
Before I knew it I was reading other horror novels. Some were good and some were okay but one thing was certain:
I too would be a horror novelist.
Not having a full understanding that the genre picks me I decided that it would be I who chose the genre. It was a rookie mistake on my part but since I was young and a bit ill-informed you’ll have to forgive me.
So on that day after reading multiple horror short stories and novels a horror writer was born.
You’ll have to forgive me
Clearly I couldn’t write like King or Koontz or any of the other writers I read but most of all I could not write a scary novel to save my life.
But unintentionally….well, that’s another story.
I can’t remember when I wrote it but I do remember when I shared it. It was sometime last year. My turn had come up in my writer’s group to submit. I remember working on a long piece but it just wasn’t ready to be seen.
Luckily, deep in the forgotten file a little story written years ago was found. I wasn’t sure what to make of it but I shared it anyway. When I finished I was informed by my group it was on the scariest stories they ever read.
Just a little surprised
At first I felt guilty. I’m not the type to scare anyone but the guilt quickly wore off and replaced by a sense of accomplishment.
Yes, I scared someone! How cool is that! King, Koontz, are you listening!!??
Some members suggested I submit it. The story ran about 4000 words. There would be contests that would accept it, they exclaimed.
But something held me back.
For the longest time my guess was guilt. I write comedy/romance. I make people laugh and feel good and all that stuff. I want them to forget about the craziness of life. At least for a little while. But scaring them?
Why would I do such a thing?
They want more
So I thought a little deeper. I studied the characters, looked at the setting and realized there was more to tell. It wasn’t a short story but a novel. All I did was touch the surface on something much darker.
So now I’m tempted to travel down the rabbit hole. A horror rabbit hole mind you. I will admit I am hesitant and a little nervous at what I will find.
I will always be amazed with the ideas we come up with. Sometimes our ideas embrace the light but something it’s the darkness that our ideas crave.
I know my hesitation will turn to curiosity. I will encourage it to grow and for a little while allow it to take control.
Maybe it’s a good thing to travel to places we’ve never been. I say maybe because I’m still hesitant but who knows how long that will last.
Now if you’ll forgive me, I have a rabbit hole that’s calling.