For the longest time I’ve been trying to write a fantasy novel, but I never thought about why I’m writing it.
Yesterday I did.
I write fantasy because I felt it was expected of me, not because I enjoyed it.
I had a friend turn me on to Fantasy books when I worked in Vegas. It was a genre I never understood and one I never thought about reading.
It always seemed too complicated, too busy and of the 3 novels I’ve written in the genre none of them gave me pleasure in their writing.
I wrote them because it felt expected of me. For the same reason the first novel I wrote was a vampire story. It was expected of me.
I’ve gone back to that vampire story a few times. It’s awful, as first novels usually are, but the story idea is good and I may do something with it later.
The only stories that give me pleasure are horror stories.
There is something about scaring people.
I love the act of creating a story that not only scares the reader but is unsettling to myself as well.
Short fantasy stories are fine, little ones where the reader is following one person. Not the arching novels of Brandon Sanderson. I love to read those books, thanks to a friend, but writing them brings nothing but stress and frustration.
I’ll stick with horror. It’s what I always liked as a kid.
I’d find myself staying up when I’d go to my grandparents. Watching the late night scary movies that aired on HBO, or Tales From The Crypt. Those were some of my favorites.
I remember picking up a copy of Fangoria in the book store and staring at it.
People would stare at me, my own father wouldn’t buy them for me, but I’d sit and read them any chance I got.
The dark, the macabre, and the creepy runs deep in my blood and I enjoy writing those tales the most.
It’s better to write what you enjoy, rather than what someone expects of you.
I had a conversation about this with my mom a while ago. She told me, “I wondered why you wrote anything other than horror.”
Listen to your mom. She knows you best.
It’s what I’ll stick to from now on.
Happy Friday. Have a good weekend.
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