Take it away, David:
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I'm no good at it, so let's get that out of the way. Reading a blog post by me is like going to see a blockbuster at the movie theater: you have to lower your expectations enough so that you can come out saying, "Well, those actors certainly were great at breathing!"
I want to thank Gayle for this opportunity. Though I don't know why she was kind enough to ask me to write a guest post for her blog, I am here to honor her request. And one word of caution: just because I tend to write horror doesn't mean I'm a navel-gazing Goth who likes rainy days and graveyards. I prefer to stare at my navel on sunny days.
What I offer you today are three reasons I choose to write (none of which, despite what many would argue, involve clinical insanity).
3) I will never be a doctor or lawyer.
As a kid, I was lucky to have parents who never hoped I would someday pull organs out of abdomens or send rapists to prisons. They never said, "We want you to be a *insert occupation here* when you grow up." Some might suggest this means my parents had low expectations of me. To that I say, "Could be."
I tend to believe, however, that they knew I was the creative type. I was the kid who, while suffering through Cub Scouts, wished there was a badge for making comic books.
Impractical? Maybe. Fun? You bet your biscuits.
So my parents always encouraged me to do the things I liked (within reason). I didn't like blood and judges always frightened me. But, man-oh-man, did I love making up stories.
2) I enjoy being godlike.
That sentence could get me in trouble, so let me explain. I embrace the omnipotent nature of authorship. Since I'm the creative type, I enjoy world-building. I get tickled when I create a character who could seemingly step off the page and shake my hand (or, punch me in the face). I take great pride in developing towns that somehow merge all the best and worst of the places I've lived.
And isn't it wonderful that I can plot a sequence of events simply with my imagination? Or, I can press the backspace key and destroy worlds on a whim. It makes me kind of warm inside.
To be honest, I find it fascinating that I, as an author, control the fates of so many made-up people and places. Though, the more I think about this, the more certain I am that a therapist could retire from my sessions alone.
1) Creativity is my oxygen.
When I don't create, it feels like my brain gets the flu. I don't think straight, I get anxious and my mind aches. If I get caught up in something that keeps me from creating, then I turn into Debby Downer's burly older brother. On these occasions, you can call me Daryl.
I think most creative people feel this way. The artist's mind is like a spiritual lung and it breathes by creating. Fine, in my case, the spiritual lung wheezes and makes occasional bubbling noises. But as long as it's at least breathing, and I'm doing something creative, life is good.
And nothing fills my spiritual lung as much as writing some heart-stopping fiction.
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Gayle again: Great post, David, although I'm envious that you get to play God in your fantasy worlds. My characters often refuse to do as I've asked, and make me re-write my plot instead.
1993 - Michael Duncan is a rural police officer. He meets a mysterious young girl during a routine search and rescue mission in the woods of Soldier Creek, a haunted stream on the outskirts of Mason's Post, Missouri. His encounter with this tortured girl has consequences that reach nearly twenty years into the future, when a madman possessed by something dark and primal threatens to tear apart a family... and the fabric of reality itself. As Michael's story unfolds in four different sections, the mystery only becomes more maddening. Why was he chosen? And where will he go when he's fulfilled his destiny?
Are you curious to know more? Find it here:
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Also available on iBooks.