Surprisingly, the flesh-eating hook-toed rats, that I imagine scurry through the walls of this century old home of brick and timber, have not yet burst through to snag and pull me to their nest in the sub basement. That is to say, I am still alive and kicking down here in my hometown of Chickasha, OK. The family and I survived the winter not much worse for wear other than a few high heating bills and the few years cut off the end of our lives from the extended periods of being trapped indoors by the weather with a five year old with no real way to vent excess energy.
In other news, I've gotten the gangrenous itch to write again. My interests have swayed slightly since I last delved deeply into storycraft. I still do enjoy reading fantasy and science fiction, but I've found that I enjoy dark fantasy and horror the most; and thus, I've decided that I want to do the best I can to completely scare the ever flowing buckets of visceral fear juice from my readers. I'm not quite sure what exactly fear juice is, but I'm sure it would best served as a savory dip for a sandwich. This would be much like the Au Jus sauce that comes with a French Dip sandwich you can get at certain food chains. Mmmm, ham and swiss, dipped in fear.
I do have a project I am working on at the moment. It should be good and scary. It's slightly inspired by a CreepyPasta that I had come across awhile back. (A CreepyPasta is a sort of internet urban legend/story that is usually very, very, I mean ridiculously disturbing in some fashion.) If you would like to read this one, just google 'Russian Sleep Experiment' or 'Orange Soda'. It should be fairly easy to spot in the search results. There, see that one with the ultra creepy zombie creature thing that looks like it would eat your pet poodle while you stepped away to buy an ice cream? That's the one. Fair warning though, it's not a story for a weak stomach.
So, what I'm working on was originally seeded by that story, but has since evolved. The whole thing involves organized crime over the centuries, human trafficking, hallucinatory drug trade, human shadows as gateways into other worlds, sleep deprivation, and lots of other creepy stuff; and it will take place in small town Oklahoma. It should be a nice, quaint little story about...
Just kidding. It's going to be creepy as heck. I want you to read this thing and than afterward be terrified of your shadow for months. That's the goal at least. If you end up reading it, you'll have to let me know if I pulled it off or not.
Right now, I am still in the world build stage. I am coming up with all of the rules of how things work. Once I have enough of that done, I want to dive in and flesh out some of the seed characters that have already planted themselves in the back of my mind. I've already got a main character in mind. I'm still not sure who will be surrounding this person most closely though.
I am still in the process of doing general research for this project as well. Right now, this entails gathering as much info about spooky and/or creepy things in Southwest Oklahoma. If you happen to know anything especially interesting that you think I may like about this region, please feel free to contact me or comment below. I am looking for anything: haunted buildings, cursed towns, giant were-rabbits of Caddo county. Literally, anything.
That is it for today. Until next time, avoid those flesh-eating hook-toed rats.