On Fear
Posted on January 22, 2008
I love scary movies. Just this weekend I saw both Cloverfield and There Will Be Blood, two movies that couldn’t be more different, yet both are terrifying. Whether it’s a giant monster or the effects of greed on humanity, there’s a lot to be afraid of in those flicks. At the end of the day, however, they’re just movies.
I write scary stories. I’m told I do this pretty well. I’ve had friends tell me my stories gave them nightmares. I live to give folks a thrill and a chill. That makes my day brighter. At the end of the day, however, they’re just stories.
Nine months after buying my first home, the economy is sinking like a stone. I’m a wage-slave in a world full of lay-offs. If I lose my job, I don’t have much of anything to fall back on. Writing doesn’t pay nearly that well. I have twenty-four cents in my savings account. My car is on its last legs. My degree in screenwriting is damn-near useless.
At the end of the day, that scares the hell out of me.
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