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The Great Experiment Comes to an End

First things first, happy Halloween to everyone!

Not to sound like a cliché, but I can’t believe that October is already coming to an end. I have absolutely no idea where this month went. Quite the ‘here one minute, gone the next’ scenario.

This was, by far, my biggest month in terms of content creation. I just ran the math, and it ended up being the following:

31 Microhorror Stories
4 Short Stories

Huh, that doesn’t look nearly as impressive when it’s written out as I hoped that it would. Hold on, let me work with it for a second.

31 Daily Microhorror Stories
4 Short Stories published across multiple platforms, including audio narration by content creators

There! It means the exact same thing as the first listing, but man, those numbers look a lot more impressive. Smoke and mirrors, baby, smoke and mirrors!

For everyone that kept coming back for more during October, I thank you wholeheartedly. I hope that I’ve kept you entertained.

So here’s the question that I’ve been asking myself the last few days: where the hell do I go from here? I’ve got a number of things that I’m working on for December, but not much for November.

I think the answer to my question is to relax a bit, drop the amount of work done during the month, and have some fun with the writing that I do.

I’ve been wanting to write some more humorous horror stories, so it feels like that this is the perfect time to do so. It’s also been a while since I’ve done anything really, I dunno, experimental with a story.

To put it bluntly, the reason for that is the experimental stuff doesn’t tend to perform as well as the more traditional horror. One of my favorite stories that I’ve ever written is called A House. It’s available in my Nightmares We Share anthology on Amazon (cheap plug), and it revolves around a house where a horrific series of paranormal murders have taken place. It’s told in a much different way than any of my other stories, and I think it’s some of my best work.

It got curbstomped when it was submitted to CreepyPasta.com. It was a harsh lesson about how different audiences require different stories. I wouldn’t say that I’ve played it safe since then, as stories like The Devil’s Tone and The Suicide Engineer have switched around not only topics but formats. If I’m being honest, though, I haven’t really gone all-out mad scientist with a story since then.

With November being a slower month, maybe it’s time to take off the gloves and get weird again.

A Hard Story to Write

I’m not sure how much of this blog entry is going to make sense, so I apologize for that up front.

Ever since I was a kid and first expressed my interest in becoming a writer, I heard over and over again that the best stories are the ones that come from inside of you. To me, that’s always meant that you take parts of your real life and use them to craft a more fantastical story so that no matter how far out the story gets, it has an anchor in reality.

I don’t know if I think that anymore. I just finished the final edits on a new short story, All the Stars in the Sky. This story was different than all the others that I’ve ever written. This one actually hurt to write.

My wife and I have four children, two teenagers and two young ones. Abby is five now, but when she was born she gave us quite a scare. She was born premature, so much so that she spent the first month of her life in the NICU. She was very tiny, and there was the very real possibility that we could lose her.

The absolute worst moment of my life was when she was born and there was no crying. That was followed by the best moment when she eventually yelled out after the doctor and nurse worked with her for a few minutes.

Things ended up working out, of course. She’s now a wild and intelligent child that can melt your heart and infuriate every bone in your body in equal measure.

The thing is, I don’t think that I ever really processed those feelings of fear and helplessness from her early days. There just wasn’t time. I had to keep working during the week to support my family, and between that and driving back and forth to see Abby in the hospital I was in a perpetual state of exhaustion. Then she came home and there wasn’t time to sleep, let alone think.

All those forgotten feelings came bursting up while I was writing All the Stars in the Sky. It isn’t a similar story to the real life experience, but there was something about it that unearthed everything from inside of me. Even now as I’m sitting at my desk I feel emotionally and physically drained. I’ve never written from this deep within before.

I’m not going to spoil it so I’m going to be vague here, but I think that’s why I put two returning characters in it that I didn’t originally intend to. I needed some old friends to take the journey with me.

I’ll be releasing All the Stars in the Sky soon. I think it’s one of the better pieces that I’ve ever written. I also think that, for me, it’s one of the most important. Hopefully the people who read it enjoy it, but even if they don’t, I’m glad to have written it.

I Really Don’t Know What to Say

The title pretty much says it all.

This morning, I received an email from a friend of mine with a picture attached to it. Here’s that picture.

My three most recent stories, Nighty Night, The Suicide Engineer, and Room for Two are currently the three highest rated stories with over 100 reviews in the history of CreepyPasta.com.

This was something of a shock, as I don’t pay attention to ratings. Like a lot of writers, I just assume that everything I write is terrible and is being judged as such. Finding out that people really are enjoying the stories warms the cockles of my heart and has absolutely made my day.

Do I expect this to last? Nah, not really. I’m a pessimist like that. All good things and whatnot. Still, I don’t know if this is something that anyone else has ever accomplished, so even if it’s short-lived it’s something that I consider to be pretty darn cool.

To everyone that has read and rated my stories, I greatly appreciate it and can’t thank you enough for your support. It means the world to me. There was a while there where no matter how much I grinded away at writing it didn’t seem to matter. I didn’t feel like my writing was progressing, and it really seemed like it would never be noticed by more than a handful of people. I got so discouraged that I completely stopped for a number of years.

This last year everything has changed. I’m now a professional writer, which is all that I’ve ever wanted to be, and people are seeking me out instead of the other way around. That just blows my mind.

I know exactly who to thank for that, and it’s you, the readers. All that I’ve ever wanted to be is a storyteller and all I’ve ever wanted to do is entertain people. Thank you so much for allowing me to become that person.