The sound was so soft that at first he thought she was mumbling in her sleep, then it came again, a low rumble like something very heavy being dragged. Kent looked at the corner by the stairs as the sound came again, a sound that had in it an eternity of cruelty, a sound of rocks grinding ponderously together. He stared in the dim light and saw something very large with far too many limbs slowly raise up to its full height, its massive antlers scraping the ceiling as it did so.
Kent’s last thought before the iron pincers encircled him and began to squeeze was that maybe there was something to that sex-magic stuff...
Robert Freese
AVE YOU EVER
been inspired by a book? It is a power certain books have. The words within, seemingly chosen by the author especially for you, strike a chord and really talk to you. As you read further, your juices begin to flow and you suddenly find yourself challenged and the words stick with you, swirl around in your head a while until you too are creating. You are setting goals and striving to achieve them.For me, Dick Laymon’s
Part autobiography, part writer’s guide,
Dick related the wisdom he had accumulated over his career with a humorous candor and sly wink. It was less a reading experience and more of a sit down with a friend to listen to a tale or two. The chapters dedicated to writing were the chapters that most made an impression on me, and I gleaned a little more knowledge each time I read them.
After a while, I found myself going to the book from time to time, just to find a couple encouraging words to serve as the inspiration needed to help me through whatever project I was working.
After referring back to
I had been writing video movie reviews for various publications for some time so I figured the best way to help generate some attention to
I looked around at all the magazines that focused on horror entertainment (flicks, TV, and books) to find a suitable pulpit to do my lauding. Of all the magazines I considered, trying to find one in which Dick’s name would be familiar to the readership only made sense. Only one had a huge, worldwide readership that would reach tens of thousands of readers. Hundreds of fans who had turned horror pros had grown up reading the magazine, so I knew the review would get to the people I intended it to reach. Unfortunately, there was a bucket of bad blood between the magazine I chose and Dick Laymon.
I felt that a positive review for
All I could think of was the effect