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More Randomness from the Mind of a Madman!!!

1 Sep
Vampirella Lives #2 (Jan. 1997). Cover art by ...

Vampirella Lives #2 (Jan. 1997). Cover art by Adam Hughes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Vampirella #1 (Sept. 1969). Cover art by Frank...

Vampirella #1 (Sept. 1969). Cover art by Frank Frazetta. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Halloween II departs significantly from its pr...

Halloween II departs much from its predecessor by incorporating more graphic violence and gore, making it far more like slasher films of its time. This scene depicts a bleeding Michael after being shot in both eyes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Lon Chaney as seen in The Phantom of the Opera...

Lon Chaney as seen in The Phantom of the Opera, 1925. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

The Tomb of Dracula

The Tomb of Dracula (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Anybody familiar with the Harris Comics Vampirella that can answer a question for me about whether the series was set immediately after the Warren series, or was it set in the present time period of which it was published.

 

I don’t know how to use Photoshop or create memes, but I thought of this today: What to Expect When You’re Expecting the Spanish Inquisition!

 

I’ve doubled my self-assigned mandatory writing per day for the next month. Not because I’m behind schedule, but because I’m now writing so quickly that I’m already tripling my mandatory daily writing quota every day and still finding lots of late night-time with little to do. So I might finish up the book even sooner, or end up writing a 2000 page book. I’m really trying hard to not make my book that long, though, but as I’m approaching 300 pages I haven’t even gotten into modern slasher films, Godzilla films, Asian ghosts, or fake paranormal documentaries yet. I may have to have less pictures than I wanted to fit all the information I want to cram in there. I also have to fit in three appendices, some biographies on monsters and monster hunters, and the forwards. And my introduction to the book. Yeesh.

 

It’s 1 am and I’m contemplating taking a 30 minute walk (and 30 minutes back) to go to the closest place open that sells coffee now. Is that weird?

 

I bought a new mop today, and I’m excited to use it. What have I become?

 

The sun will be up soon. I should be getting to bed.

 

My cat dips his paw in his water dish then taps it on his dry food to moisten it, because he prefers moister food. Pretty clever for a cat.

 

Saw a bunch of stuff on someone’s lawn. Clothes, toys, a bicycle, and a sign that said free. So I took the sign.

 

met my writing goal for today…and tomorrow….and the day after tomorrow. I’m very pleased with myself. It seems that as I can see the finish line at the end, I start building up momentum. Plus, admittedly, now that I’m working on the modern era of horror, perhaps I’m finding it easier to write about the material that I’m more familiar with and have more fun with. I’m on a roll, but I’m getting too tired to concentrate. First thing tomorrow (and by that I mean noonish), I’m working on Marvel’s Tomb of Dracula, and Mexican horror film monsters and the wrestlers who love to fight them.

 

I ran into someone I know on the way home and we stopped and had a nice conversation. After eight years in Northampton, am I actually becoming part of the community? That’s seriously going to mess with my crazy loner hermit image I’ve worked so hard on developing.

 

Not beating your kids does not turn them into monsters. My son has never been hit. He is a straight A student who is respectful, kind, generous, unselfish, and participates in healthy extra-curricular activities. He’s not an anomaly. The secret is that he is rewarded for good behavior, and disciplined by bad behavior. Take away the stuff they love and that will have a more lasting effect than smacking the kid. You smack the kid, and they fear your. But they won’t respect you. Teach by example. Be a good person, and they will want to emulate that. If you hit people who upset you, so will they. Do you want cops to smack you when you’re caught speeding? I’m so tired of people saying kids act like shit because the parents aren’t allowed to hurt them. No, perhaps it’s because you’re shitty parents who act like assholes, and the kids are emulating what they see. Sorry, but hitting your kids might seem easier, while being a good person might actually need some work.

 

Do we really need to honk to let someone know that we’re at this house? For crying out loud, even the homeless have cell phones with texting ability. Can’t we just pull up to a house, then after we park, take out the cell and say “I’m here” instead of pounding on the horn over and over for the neighborhood to hear? I have one neighbor who has visitors come by all day long, pounding on the horn several times each time they come by. Then of course, she can’t go out and talk. Or text them. Nope, she has to scream out the window at them, like she’s a three-year old with no control of her volume and too lazy to walk outside. Damn neighborhood.

 

 

Everything I do….

28 Apr

I’m a writer in my heart, but I’ll never be a professional writer because I lack something that most artists have:  selfishness.  And yeah, that sounds like I’m trashing artists, but I’m absolutely not.  The point of that was that those who don’t follow their hearts usually do so for others.  I did, and still do.  I didn’t pursue my dreams because my parents didn’t want me to do something risky (and how did my life turn out?)  Then it was my ex-wife who held me back for the same reasons (and again…)  And now it’s because I’m trying to create a secure life for my fiance and my son.

I should be happy.  I have thousands reading my blog daily.  I am working on a book with another author, and we’ve got a deadline in place.  And a published author just asked if I would write the framing sequence for one of his upcoming anthology projects.  That’s not bad considering my writing is just a hobby.

If I could devote my full-time to my writing, who knows what I could do.  But I need to save for my son’s cross-country visits each year, and for an apartment for my fiancé and I, and a wedding, and paying off debts, and getting my car legal, ect, ect.

If I chose the life of an artist, I certainly could survive on my disability until the work started making me money, but that would be if I chose the solitary life.  But I choose not to turn my back on the people who care about me.  Even if sometimes it seems life might be just a little easier living in isolation.  (And I’ve lived that life before, so I’m not speaking in theories.)

But even though my heart tells me to write, I have to ignore my calling, as I’ve done since childhood, because I have other people who need me, and it’s never about what I want.  It will always be about making sure everyone else gets what they want.  But who knows.  Maybe when I’m in my 70s.