My new Twitter serial, #DreamsInBlue, started yesterday. Follow @TweetTheHorror or look up hashtag #DreamsInBlue to follow along!
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So, #TheHorrorInGreen wrapped, for all two of you who followed it. From this moment on, @TweetTheHorror will be devoted exclusively to tweeting horror serials, and in the next few days I’ll set up a sister feed to compliment it. I’ll announce the name when it’s up, and start shamelessly begging for followers.
Also, I’ve downloaded my Twitter archive, so sometime during the month I’m going to comb through my previous posts and present each serial here, on the blog, each in it’s entirety, for those who would like to read them all in one go. I’ll resist the urge to revise them for vanity’s sake as much as I’m able. (Which isn’t a lot; seriously, I’m not kidding when I say I’m artistically and intellectually vain. I’m basically the petulant three-year-old who wants to be the biggest kid in school.) I’ll probably post each serial a week at a time. Enjoy them, but please remember they’re my intellectual property. No copy-pasting, hmm? Feel free to link the shit out of them, however, but credit me when you do, please.
I’m also going to include my Twitter handles after each post from now on, and even back edit a few of my more popular posts with them. I know it’s shameless whoring on my part, but that’s exactly why I started this blog, so don’t get uppity with me. It’s been my dream since childhood to pimp my imagination out for money, so take your art-for-art’s-sake buzz philosophy and blow.
Annnd I’m going to set up my Facebook page to accept subscriptions. BOTH Facebook pages, I should say, my personal one and one I’ll set up soon to compliment the blog. The Facebook page, like the Twitter feed, will be devoted to posting fiction, but for the Facebook page, each status update will contain a complete piece of flash horror fiction. It’ll be like a median between Writing Myself Into a Hole and @TweetTheHorror. The iPad to their Macbook and iPhone. Another experiment in creative discipline. I have no idea as to what kind of regularity you should expect from me, but I’ll try to at least maintain two statuses a week. I’ll announce the new Facebook page sometime soon.
Do I think anyone will care? Nope, though I sincerely hope they do. I do hope these efforts bring me some sort of recognition, but I also do this because it’s fun for me, and without this pressure valve I’d be doing drugs with more wanton abandon than I do now, so there. Either put up with my vain, whiny need for acknowledgement, or allow me to spiral into a cyclone of addiction. It’s all on you, Brad.
Oh, also I’m thinking about doing more movie and book reviews, to compliment my usual postulations about the horror genre in general. I saw Evil Dead recently, and it warped me, so expect a review of it soon. Also expect one for House of 1000 Corpses, an inferior movie to its sequel, but a goodie anyway. Plus, in addition to a post on gore in film I’m working on (and having a bitch of a time getting right), I have a snarky rant about people’s loose use of genre labels when describing movies and books in the works as well. Seriously, if one more person refers to Scary Movie as a horror film, I’m going to…mumble bitterly to myself, I guess. Horror podcast Horror 101 recently pissed me off good and proper by trying to ham-handedly label the works of H.G. Wells as cosmic horror, instead of acknowledging the cut-and-dry science fiction that it is. (You could argue otherwise, I suppose, but you’d be wrong. Man, I’m a conceited s.o.b., ain’t I?)
Also, it’s SPRING! To be precise, it’s EARLY SPRING! When the weather is still cool enough to compliment the sunshine! And there’s flowers about, too! I’ve been spending so much time in the park lately I’m pretty sure Metro is beginning to believe I’m a vagrant. I’m sure my panhandling and public urination does little to clear up the misunderstanding, either. But whatever. Until summer comes with its awful heat, I’ll enjoy the mild, breezy weather as much as I can. Maybe Nashville will even have a chilly May, such as it did two years ago when I read John Green’s “Looking for Alaska.” We can only hope.
Anyhow, my words about credit where credit is due before have compelled me to look up the artist for an image I used previously. I was under the impression I’d properly cited it, but looking through earlier today, it seems as though I didn’t. Time to put my money where my mouth is.
Hugs and sensual massages,
The Awful Writer
New post coming soon, as well as the conclusion of my Twitter serial, #TheHorrorInGreen. Blog post will cover my feelings about gore in horror film and literature, though I’m having to revise the hell out of it right now.
When #TheHorrorInGreen wraps, @TweetTheHorror will gain a sister feed, the name of which has yet to be concretely decided. @TweetTheHorror will be devoted solely to horror serials, while the new feed will be my personal trash rag.
I’m also not sure when @TweetTheHaunt will start updating. He had that spurt for a while, then his iPhone died and Apple decided to drag its feet about replacing the battery on warranty. I’ll let you know when he’s back up and running.
Anyhow, I’m off. I’m updating from work, and I’m not sure when the manager’s angry glare will erupt into blind rage.
Hugs and leopard seals,
The Awful Writer
First of, #TheHorrorInGreen plugs along, though at a bit of a haphazard pace. I’m back in my hometown this week, visiting family and old friends, and that tends to be a distracting affair for me. Add in the fact that I’m horrible at time management, and you have a lot of missed dates at bars, errands forgotten on an almost daily basis, and endless hours lost because I find it amusing to play with cats and laser pointers.
But I’ll do my best to continue #TheHorrorInGreen (based on a story I scribbled down in high school, almost literally in the last century). Search for the hashtag to start up from the beginning, though I know that isn’t a 100% foolproof method of keeping up with the tale.
Speaking of that, the exhaustingly industrious Emma Audsley of The Horrifically Horrifying Horror Blog raised the valid point that, coupled with the personal musings I put up on Twitter, following my tweeted serials can be a bit discombobulating. She suggested two separate accounts – one for personal musings, and one for the Twitter serials. This struck me as brilliant, so coming soon, @TweetTheHorror will have a sister feed, @SeanGanus. I’ll be wanting followers, of course, so if you’re Twitter-oriented, I officially grovel with a complete lack of dignity for you to follow me, on both feeds. I’ll try to follow folks back, but I’m a damnably distractible, twentysomething man-child, so it may take me a bit to fulfill my Twitter-y obligations. Forgive me my Millennial tendencies.
@SeanGanus will debut following the conclusion of #TheHorrorInGreen. Until then, I’ll do my best to keep my feed as uncluttered as possible.
I’m also toying with a Facebook companion page for @TweetTheHorror, but no guarantees I’ll follow through on that.
Also, my boy @TweetTheHaunt (who’s naming scheme I totally jacked for myself), is going to start tweeting again soon. Like, FOR REAL, this time, unlike last time where I said he would, only for him to get busted by management. Luckily he was able to hide the feed from his boss (who’s under the impression it’s got a different name anyhow), but he had to go dark for a while to alleviate suspicion that he was using Twitter on the job.
For those who don’t know, @TweetTheHaunt chronicles his “adventures” working the night shift in a Nashville hotel that a lot of folks around town believe is haunted. He can’t say his name or the hotel’s, for fear of getting fired, but he’ll leave little clues occasionally as to which hotel he works in. Funny thing is, the guy doesn’t really believe in ghosts, but he’ll be the first to admit weird shit can go down after dark, and he tweets it pretty much as soon as he experiences it. He’s toying with the idea of a blog, too, so I’ll keep ya posted on that. Give him a follow, if for no other reason than to convince him this is worth it. He’s mostly only doing this because I told him folks would love it.
Annnd should I put up any more original fiction? I’m awfully proud of that werewolf story of mine, though it does deal with excessive violence and the nature of cruelty. For two subjects that unnerve me so much in others’ work, I sure do use them a lot in mine. Whatever. I’ll try to post the story, “Old Teeth,” sometime this Saturday. I’ll keep it up for a week. Please do me the courtesy of remembering that all fiction posted on this blog is my intellectual property, unless otherwise noted. I’m more than okay with links, but I do have the tale under copyright, and I would appreciate it if folks won’t copy and paste my stuff.
Not that I’m calling my fellow bloggers a den of thieves, mind you. On the contrary – bloggers, horror bloggers especially, and writers all tend to be a pretty supportive lot with a strong sense of fair play. I only say the above things as a matter of course. If I put “Old Teeth” up, feel free to link the hell out of it. Leave comments, likes, middle fingers, whatever your heart desires.
But don’t tell Brad. If you tell Brad about this I swear to GOD I’ll tell the whole school you still sleep with a nightlight on.
– The Awful Writer
Hey-o! So, #TheHorrorInGreen got pushed back a bit into April, because the hotel I work at was crazy busy the last few days. I would complain, but the functions pay and feed well. Also a leggy number asked me out for a drink during one shindig, and that was nice. The fact that I didn’t pick up on her signal until hours later, when I was already back at home, however…less nice.
Whatever. There’s more to life than sexy times. Like locking myself in my bedroom for days and writing at my laptop. Wait, wait, don’t slit your wrists yet…it’s not social awkwardness that keeps me at my keyboard (not entirely), it’s a new novel I’m working on, which will be…#3 for me, I believe. I’ll post part of it sometime, to see if I can snag a few bits of constructive criticism from someone. But don’t tell Brad about it. Brad can go to hell.
In other news, I’ve completed a werewolf story that I’ve been laboring over for months, struggling to get right. I’ve no idea if I’ve succeeded or not, but the experience was a unique one. Writing it was one of the most miserable exercises I’ve ever undertaken, artistically speaking, but the result was a story that, while it might not impress others much, entertained me more than anything else I’ve written before. Maybe something happened while I worked on it – I just hope that something doesn’t turn out to have been me plateauing. I’ll post it for a few days next week, for anyone interested in werewolves, amateur horror fiction, and/or crushing the dreams of a starving artist with unduly harsh criticism.
Anyway, back to the Twitter serial: #TheHorrorInGreen is a direct attempt to cease the “month-centric” theme I’ve been on. But I’ve also told myself I’m not going to cheat: #TheHorrorInGreen will not serve as two-months’ worth of serial just because of overlap. Keep an eye out two weeks after #TheHorrorInGreen concludes for April’s horrific exercise. And check @TweetTheHorror or #TheHorrorInGreen on Twitter to keep up with the story starting March 30th.
Last thing: I’m going to a local midnight showing of Rob Zombie’s masterpiece “The Devil’s Rejects” tomorrow. I’m excited, in no small part because Bill Moseley and Sid Haig will be in attendance as well. I’ve told myself I have to come up with challenging questions for the two of them, questions that will merit well-reasoned and introspective answers from both actors regarding their experiences with the film. However, the theater serves alcohol, so it’s far more likely I’ll pee on myself, black out, and wake up by the grease pit behind the restaurant next door. Because I’m a sexy boy.
Memories (if any exist) of the experience will be shared, both here and on Twitter, so if the antics of a boring twenty-something is your cup of tea, stay tuned. Fair warning: I am both an American and a Millennial, and as such I believe I’m both more important than I actually am, and I am painfully NOT aware of my own ignorance. Be prepared to roll your eyes at the myriad idiotic things I will inevitably postulate on.
(Postulate. See? There I go already.)
Peace. I’m off to find a Sonny Bono wig.
– The Awful Writer
Valentine’s Day is two days away, and though I don’t give a shit about having a date for the day, I have one anyway. (Not on the actual day, mind you. Nashville will be crawling with lovey-doveys Thursday. We’ll probably go out Saturday or something. Or just have sex. I’m hoping both. Sex on both days, I mean. I should stop going on about this. SEX.)
And while it would be nice to discuss my romantic life on here, I’m neither interesting enough nor attractive enough to fill an entire post with such material. What I can do, however, is promise a new serial on my Twitter feed @TweetTheHorror, called #ViolentValentine. The story will be, uh…a lot less rapey than the hashtag implies.
Also, I’ve decided to continue committing to regular updates on here. I certainly don’t mind the excuse to spend chunks of time in the library or at my desk. And I need to maintain a steady writing habit anyway. I’m bad about letting myself go days at a time without any creative output, and that needs to get nipped in the bud something fierce, no matter what kind of day I’ve had at work.
Speaking of work, I work in a hotel, and though that has nothing to do with anything, my friend @TweetTheHaunt also works in a hotel. The difference between my job at a corporate chain and his at a local independent is that his is haunted. Well, mine might be haunted too – the building is over a century old, and no one likes being in the bar alone after midnight. But Haunt’s job is, I dunno…extra-haunted? Lots of weird stuff happens, is what I’m saying. I can’t say which hotel it is, because metro council only considers ghosts a tourist draw before they start reenacting scenes from “The Evil Dead.” But I convinced Haunt to tweet about his experiences on the night shift, so please follow the poor bastard so he won’t think I wasted his time.
I’m also going to post a story for Valentine’s Day, but only keep it up for twenty-four hours. I don’t think publishers really like it for authors to present work for free all willy-nilly, so catch it when you can.
Anyway, I’m off to buy beer, because the girl I’m seeing this weekend prefers it to candy. I, uh…I might pick up an engagement ring while I’m at it.
– The Awful Writer