Horror and the 80's: Best Friends Forever

I’m sitting at my computer desk at 12:01 on a Wednesday afternoon, typing what you now read, while I listen to the heavy drops of rain fall outside my window.  It’s dark in this room–because it’s grey and overcast outside.  It’s not too hot here, but the humidity makes everything–even inside–feel damp.  I don’t mind though, because this is a perfect day.

Any day the weather is like this–or colder, or rainier, or darker–I write.  And any day I write, is a good day.

Today is also my second day back to work, teaching English at a local community college.  There’s a part of me that wants to be angry that I have to leave the house today and do anything other than write, but there’s a much larger chunk that loves teaching as much as writing.

I always thought of myself as a writer–first and foremost–but as the years progress, and I continue teaching, I know the truth is much more grey, like the clouds outside my window.  And I don’t mind that either.  I’ve never been a fan of labels, to which anyone who reads my “horror” stories could attest.  Being some strange amalgamation of teacher, writer, cook, brother, boyfriend, and so many more–I like it.

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And today I get to stitch another addition into the patchwork of my life, as I have become a contributing writer to http://horrornovelreviews.com/  My first article, Top Ten Reasons Horror Fans love the 80s, was posted yesterday, quickly followed by an interview I conducted with Brent Michael  Kelley.  I’m incredibly excited to have a new outlet for my work, and I hope you’ll follow me there from time to time to see what I have to say.

Enjoy the weather, my friends.

 

 

6 thoughts on “Horror and the 80's: Best Friends Forever”

  1. I love your writing! I’m sooooo proud of all your accomplishments! By the way, Tony, teacher, writer, cook, brother, boyfriend. Most of all and most important and special to me, SON !

  2. In Cottage Quotes today, I write about being created and undone. Transitions. When a writer speaks of transitions, it usually means a shift between paragraphs or ideas. But like my son, we writers face internal transitions as well. We have moments of being re-created and becoming undone.

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