Wooh. Feels like a long time, dear blog o'mine. Sorry about the cobwebs around here, but life's been stuck in overdrive this month. Outside of the nuances of adjusting to life with a little one at home, we've had a steady stream of out-of-town company. I've been on a pair of committees at the college that have taken many hours out of the work week, and one of the terms ended at the college, which always comes with attendant grading and fresh preparation.
At any rate, I hope to get back into shape around these parts in the weeks to come. So how do we define horror? Is it the gunman who indiscriminately chooses to apply his psychosis to the fortunes of innocents? Is it the suburban vampire? The local voodoo priestess?
Is it watching your life savings dwindle in the face of wicked and deliberate fraud?
Is it the living dead, pitched up from their resting spots to slurp the brains of the living?
Perhaps it's a mixture of a couple of these elements. I'd like to thank editor N.E. Lilly for putting up my short story, "The Scheme," in which I combined a few of these elements.