WHOOSH

Horror movies have always been a big part of my life. Big surprise there, Jess. But I'm talking horrible, shlock horror. The Cube. Nightmare on Elm Street. Friday the Thirteenth. Halloween. General,bad nineties shit that I absolutely ADORE because I grew up with it.

That may or may not be what got me started on writing in the horror genre in the first place. I've always been of the opinion that if something scares the shit out of me that it'll absolutely petrify someone else, and my brain is not the most fun place to live. I mean, I've got zombie babies chewing on their mothers, women wearing other people's skin as hats, wolves living in the walls, tubes filled with children having their futures used to prolong other's lives. I've got people hating people hating things hating other people and zombie baristas and that will NEVER cease to amuse me for as long as I live. I love writing gore, I love writing fight scenes, I love writing people who end up in situations they'd never believe they'd be able to get through and somehow making it out the other side.

I think it might just be writing in general that's a big part of my life. Huh.