Hi pals! I’m starting an insta to geek out about horror and all the other weird stuff I’m into. 💀🤪 By way of an introduction, I’m a bearded writer and film fan who eats like a monk but still drinks whisky 🥃🙃 … I’ve got some short stories on the way, a new horror podcast coming up, and maybe some other surprises too. 🤘🏻😇 Willkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!
Happy birthday to @stephenking . My mom is a huge fan of his work and I was fortunate enough to grow up in a home with a shelf full of his books. The first novel I read was Eyes of the Dragon and The Dark Half (the novel. Not the movie) was what got into horror at an early age. From his short stories to his magnum opus, he is a master of the craft and has been a huge inspiration for me and so many others.
Prepare for a new reason to be scared of the dark as the entity known as The Sack Man stalks your children while they sleep. The Sack Man will be released on Halloween, you can preorder it here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HBG6PPY
I'm going to take the fact that this arrived on opening day of @fantastic.fest as a VERY good omen. I have been a fan of Mr. John Skipp for some time now, looking up to him and revering his works. To recieve this from him is just fucking downright awesome. #horrorauthor#johnskipp#horrorfan#grateful#inspiration
Wishing the biggest and happiest birthday to my Wifey, @missjcrossan. She is so sweet and kind and thoughtful. She has the biggest heart. In times where I wanted to sink into a hole and disappear, she was there to play in the darkness with me. I can talk to her about anything, or ask her to do something after being sure to remind her a million times that she doesn't have to if she doesn't want to. 😂 She's the type of girl that asks for nudes when she's high and trips on air just like me. She's talented and evil, but I want nothing more than to see her succeed at everything she does. I love you, Wifey! Thanks for being such an amazing friend to me and for existing.
And the rest of you need to check out her books and art. 🖤
#writetogether Where did I get my love or words/stories? I’ve actually thought long and hard about this today, and I think the answer is simply…this guy here with the missing teeth. Me. Is this genetics? Or did some children’s books that I have no memory of reading, or being read to, do it? I honestly can’t say. I don’t have a single memory of anyone challenging me to write. The only person who pushed me to read; Joel Pike, friend of the family, didn’t get much of any reading out of me. .
But, in 3rd grade I wrote a short and poorly illustrated story called, “Mr. Racquetball”. Don’t know where it came from, but my teacher apparently encouraged me to keep writing and told my mom that I had a rare talent for storytelling. I wrote many other short, ludicrous stories as a young, gangly boy, and the day my parents got our first video camera (I was about 13), I started making films. I didn’t even know I was making films, it’s just what first came to my mind. .
So, here I am now, old as fucking dirt, with many stories, screenplays, films and a new novel behind me and I’m still not sure where it really all came from. This young, naive boy with the chopped bowl cut? Maybe. Or maybe the answer is buried in my non-remembering mind. Either way, I’m thankful, because storytelling has been the greatest artistic joy of my life. 📖