We’ve talked before on this blog about attempts to recapture, as adults, those visceral feelings of excitement and anticipation we had as kids on the night before Christmas, lying in our dark bedrooms . . . or before our birthdays … Continue reading
I must have been very young, because I was sleeping in the small, pale-purple bedroom, the dimmest room of our dark, light-eating house. That was the first room I slept in as a baby, when my bed still had fence … Continue reading
This entry will, I hope, be more comment than posting. First, just to set the mood, here’s an excerpt from my story “Uther.” This “Fred” character isn’t me: he just happens to have the same name. Fred checked his jeans … Continue reading
Here’s a story for you. Last night, as I was winding things up at my desk and getting ready for bed, I heard the unsettling sound of footsteps outside my window. This wasn’t the window facing the parking lot; it … Continue reading
“It was getting very late when we came to a certain house that was not at all like the others on its block.” –from “Boo,” by Richard Laymon October is in the chair, as Neil Gaiman might say — … Continue reading