It’s easy to understand why I write horror. It’s my mind. My mind is a scary place, especially if I try to change the course it wants to take.
For example, I have a new story in the works, a story about the ultimate bad tech support call. I came to the laptop this morning planning to work on this story, but my mind had other ideas.
My mind was in visual mode today, and there was no changing course.
I did a Black Friday thing yesterday… I nailed a two year hosting contract with a different provider because the deal was too good to pass up. I also grabbed a new domain, planning to develop a photography showcase for my wife Anita to grow into.
I spent this morning coding the site, at least as a starter – AB Images
And then I fired up Photoshop to develop a logo to go along with it:
Looks pretty good, if I do say so myself. I still haven’t incorporated the logo into the site, as that came after the site was posted, but it’s a work in progress.
A visual work in progress.
Such is how the mind works, those dark corridors up there. That scary place we spoke of earlier, remember? Yeah, when that takes the lead, I’m just along for the ride, and I’d be kidding myself if I tried to believe otherwise.
I just hope it decides it wants to switch back to words sometime soon. I think this new story has potential.