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Horror Anthologies

I love ghost stories--like campfire stories. And I love TV. You'd think I'd have a more robust appetite for horror anthologies but most things I come across are tired or corny or both. But not Junji Ito's Tales of the Macabre! The stories are familiar, often. However, the direction he takes them or the aesthetics he uses to communicate the stories are always a little unexpected, which is exciting for me.

The man sure loves the sound of grinding stone.

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My Thoughts are Unclear and Fucking Annoying

What's up, binches?

I'm sitting in an alleyway between coffeeshops hoping the baristas assume I'm the customer of the other cafe. I brought a dirty to-go cup I've had in my apartment for the better part of a month. Can I afford the $4.50 for a latte that will ultimately buy me six hours at one of the dingy little tables frequented by the wasps that live in the cracks in the walls? Sure. But I'm not thirsty and coffee makes me gassy. My home smells too familiar so I need to be in this alley to get any writing done. I have like a dozen stories started but they all seem frightfully boring when I re-read them. And I know--if it's boring to write it's probably boring to read. But I have to admit, my stories are more interesting to me than anything I've read recently. My brain is probably fucked and I'm developing the sensibilities of a misanthrope. Fucking YAWN but here we are.

I've been reading blog posts about writing horror to hopefully get something churning but it just pisses me off. There's this fucking tone that horror/dark speculative authors take that just makes me want to scream--and honestly it's probably just [redacted lol] and the mediocrity they produce that's making me want to jump into the maw of the construction site next door. There's like a jaunty corniness... too many puns that are barely puns and stupid little self-satisfied characters playing out stupid self-satisfied narratives. Hopefully no one is reading this. I do feel a little better and a little embarrassed for hating on people for doing what they, ostensibly, enjoy. So that's a good sign.