What? It's what, now? I haven't written in how long?
Yeah, folks, I let the time get away from me. I was invited to participate in an arts festival in Smyrna. And I had a couple of art commissions that took some time to complete. And life...well, life just tends to get in the way, doesn't it?
I'm not going to waste anymore time or space giving excuses for my failure to keep up with the blog. As the saying goes: "You take what you want, and you pay for it." Or, in the more familiar - and more vulgar - words of some sardonic wit: "Shit happens."
Shit happened. I dealt. Moving on.
So, I didn't watch as many horror movies as I wanted, or visited any haunted houses, or interviewed any writers/poets/artists in the horror genre as I wanted. I'll make up for that.
In the meantime, here's something I'm reading that you might want to check out. Stephen King's Mr. Mercedes. I've only gotten a few chapters into it, but I can already tell you now, that King has once again done his magic and drawn me into a story in just a few sentences. It is the story of a retired detective who is lured back into the game by a letter from "Mr. Mercedes," a psychopath who committed murder by vehicle a year prior.