Monthly Archives: December 2004

Can’t say 2004 was a bad year. My writing continued to improve, and I placed more stories than I had the year before. Okay, so some of those stories never got published due to magazine cancellations, but I’m still chalking … Continue reading →

I’ve always prefered Christmas Eve to Christmas. I think it stems from the trips my family used to make from Aurora, IN (and later Cincinnati,OH) to La Grange, KY every year. My grandparents lived out there, and we spent quite … Continue reading →

Updated the Bibliography with a bit of information about “Hell Inside.” You can click through to Thriteen Magazine and order the issue Hell Inside appears in. You should order a copy and help out a nice little magazine.

A dirty, awful liar. Looks like my Horror and Comics article won’t be up this weekend. I know, I suck. There’s some good news, though. The article won’t be appearing here, because it will be appearing somewhere else, somewhere with … Continue reading →

I had written a great essay about horror and comics and how well they mesh (or not). And then my computer ate it. So you’ll get it on Christmas, my little present to you. Be patient.

The weekend’s illness has faded to a cough. Not just any cough, though. Oh, no way. This cough goes off at irregular intervals with the force of a tactical mortar. This is the kind of cough that makes your eyes … Continue reading →

It really was. There was this short comic script I was going to bust out. Sort of an experiment on making horror work in the comics format. It was going to be done by this morning. But something happened. Maybe … Continue reading →

I had to do a little holiday shopping yesterday, and my travels took me to Babies R’ Us in order to procure a gift card. The concept of doing this terrified me. Why? Because of the exchange I had with … Continue reading →

“David Wells” has been typeset, printed, stapled, and stuffed into envelopes. With any luck, I’ll be able to save up enough money for stamps sometime before Christmas rolls around.

The printer makes a sound sandpaper, churning out covers for The Christmas Short Story. Between jobs, it hums at me as if it were angry at me. It’s a low, powerful sound that I find chilling. I think the printer … Continue reading →