So...as I was saying: I'm going to be aso-freaking-lutely religious about updating this site. I'm going to come on here once a week-at least-and post something wise, and relevant, and life changing for all the wood-be writers searching for...
Uh, what? It's been...how long?
Well...shit.
I guess I screwed the pooch on that one.
Okay. so, listen. I'm sorry. No, really. I'm not being facetious, sarcastic, or trite. I feel like a world-class A-hole. I know what it's like to go on the site of someone I admire and respect, only to find that I'd already read their latest post, like, three freaking months ago. I can give you all the reasons. My computer died. I snagged the wife's computer, but I couldn't access the site from it, until now. I was super busy with my day job, and my wife's various and sundry kidney-transplant ailments, and...
Well, it's all bullshit. You want it to happen, you make it happen. Which doesn't mean I didn't want it to happen. But, you know, life gets in the way.
So. What to do?
Well, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to renew my promise-which I realize matters only to myself. I'm going to do my best to write about the craft of horror in all its forms in general, and about my own love affair with horror and the ways it is manifested in my writing and art in particular. And I will do it on a (semi, at least) regular basis. It's a new year, baby, and I'm rarin' to go!
So sit down, strap in, and get ready. This roller coaster is about to get going. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
And there's no guarantee we're all going to make it out alive.
Until next time...
Ciao,
Chris Collins
Uh, what? It's been...how long?
Well...shit.
I guess I screwed the pooch on that one.
Okay. so, listen. I'm sorry. No, really. I'm not being facetious, sarcastic, or trite. I feel like a world-class A-hole. I know what it's like to go on the site of someone I admire and respect, only to find that I'd already read their latest post, like, three freaking months ago. I can give you all the reasons. My computer died. I snagged the wife's computer, but I couldn't access the site from it, until now. I was super busy with my day job, and my wife's various and sundry kidney-transplant ailments, and...
Well, it's all bullshit. You want it to happen, you make it happen. Which doesn't mean I didn't want it to happen. But, you know, life gets in the way.
So. What to do?
Well, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to renew my promise-which I realize matters only to myself. I'm going to do my best to write about the craft of horror in all its forms in general, and about my own love affair with horror and the ways it is manifested in my writing and art in particular. And I will do it on a (semi, at least) regular basis. It's a new year, baby, and I'm rarin' to go!
So sit down, strap in, and get ready. This roller coaster is about to get going. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
And there's no guarantee we're all going to make it out alive.
Until next time...
Ciao,
Chris Collins
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