He Thrusts His Fists Against The Posts...
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
Two minutes before six in the morning, I finished Stephen King's IT. This is not the first Stephen King novel I have read, but it can almost feel like it, after a fashion. This is, by far, the best one that I have read (Dark Half, Thinner, the Shining, and Pet Semetary are its only competition). And I can see that if I had read this novel first? I would consider the man a modern incarnation of a saint of literature. As it stands? He's a brilliant author, and a dizzying storyteller. The depths of this man's imagination frightens and exhilarates me. I doubt there will be another writer like him in my lifetime, and I am happy to be alive during his.
Aside from that... Damn. I need to start writing again. It's strange, but I am beginning to suspect that my storytelling is being tapped in a way that isn't truly satisfying anymore. Gaming is fun, and I enjoy it, but the stories I want to tell now are not the sort that are told at the gaming table. My three year D&D game ends in three weeks. My superhero game ended earlier this year. The LARP I run, and hold together through sheer charisma, has a semester left. That is all. Once those stories are over, I think I'm going to take a break from telling stories. I might still DM, as I enjoy just DMing and it's hanging out with my friends. But it won't be telling the stories.
I can feel them coursing under the skin. I added to Error 404, to give it something to bite in the opening paragraph. Yeah, it's a trite horror trick, but it works. Maybe I'll be able to put some more work on Project Aegles, or The Devil's Eyes. Or maybe I can finally write about my fear of the dark. Have I ever mentioned that? As a child... even as an adult, I was terrified of the dark. Even with good night sight, something about the dark just scares me. But just being in the dark isn't enough to do the trick. It was, specifically, sleeping in the dark. Because that was when the nightmares would come.
I need to write that fear, some day.
Also, the fear of repetition / Deja Vu. Because deja vu is freaking scary.
Also, the fear of possession. Because that's another demon lurking in my closet... what would happen if I woke up tomorrow, and something else was controlling me? Yeah, cheesy, but come on, guys... I'm scared of the dark, too.
I don't run out of fears. I don't run out of nightmares. I just need the time to write them. And, in the end, you never just find the time to do it. It doesn't lie around, under a tree, musing after clouds that look like bunnies or the Green Monster. The only way to get the time is to make it.
I guess, this is a start.
Two minutes before six in the morning, I finished Stephen King's IT. This is not the first Stephen King novel I have read, but it can almost feel like it, after a fashion. This is, by far, the best one that I have read (Dark Half, Thinner, the Shining, and Pet Semetary are its only competition). And I can see that if I had read this novel first? I would consider the man a modern incarnation of a saint of literature. As it stands? He's a brilliant author, and a dizzying storyteller. The depths of this man's imagination frightens and exhilarates me. I doubt there will be another writer like him in my lifetime, and I am happy to be alive during his.
Aside from that... Damn. I need to start writing again. It's strange, but I am beginning to suspect that my storytelling is being tapped in a way that isn't truly satisfying anymore. Gaming is fun, and I enjoy it, but the stories I want to tell now are not the sort that are told at the gaming table. My three year D&D game ends in three weeks. My superhero game ended earlier this year. The LARP I run, and hold together through sheer charisma, has a semester left. That is all. Once those stories are over, I think I'm going to take a break from telling stories. I might still DM, as I enjoy just DMing and it's hanging out with my friends. But it won't be telling the stories.
I can feel them coursing under the skin. I added to Error 404, to give it something to bite in the opening paragraph. Yeah, it's a trite horror trick, but it works. Maybe I'll be able to put some more work on Project Aegles, or The Devil's Eyes. Or maybe I can finally write about my fear of the dark. Have I ever mentioned that? As a child... even as an adult, I was terrified of the dark. Even with good night sight, something about the dark just scares me. But just being in the dark isn't enough to do the trick. It was, specifically, sleeping in the dark. Because that was when the nightmares would come.
I need to write that fear, some day.
Also, the fear of repetition / Deja Vu. Because deja vu is freaking scary.
Also, the fear of possession. Because that's another demon lurking in my closet... what would happen if I woke up tomorrow, and something else was controlling me? Yeah, cheesy, but come on, guys... I'm scared of the dark, too.
I don't run out of fears. I don't run out of nightmares. I just need the time to write them. And, in the end, you never just find the time to do it. It doesn't lie around, under a tree, musing after clouds that look like bunnies or the Green Monster. The only way to get the time is to make it.
I guess, this is a start.