October 23, 2011
Which brings us to my next scary project.
This one had been percolating in my brain in a variety of forms for years. And it comes from a couple of different places.
So much of horror is about dark, closed-in spaces, which, as you can imagine, makes me think about flipping the proverbial script to see what we can do in big open spaces in broad daylight. Which, as a California resident, can't help but lead me to the desert.
My mind wanders to the long drives out to Las Vegas and all of the nothing in between.
Or is it nothing?
When I fly over that same land, I think of all of the mountains and rock that goes for miles on end. It's literally a no man's land.
But just because there are no men, that doesn't mean that there's nothing else out there.
And that leads me to one of my other thoughts, as a genre writer: I'm SO much more interested in new monsters. I've had my fill of vampires and werewolves and zombies. These things have been done to death.
But something new...
You could literally be sitting right next to something horrible, and not know it until it's too late.
The original title was "Sidewinder". But it was August, and the process of finishing this story was literally consuming me.
Hence, "The Monster That Ate My Summer Vacation."
I'm pretty sure you've never seen or read anything like it. Check it out.
Now that we've finished our trips down memory lane, I think the next time I'll have to share with you something fresh.