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  • Where I’m at with The Writing

    Many years have gone by since I first got the idea in my head to be a published writer, in the public sphere. And with those years, undeniable and ever-present problems have haunted the house of my mind. Simply put, I have a lot of trouble not worrying while writing.

    These fears run the gambit, from coming off like an uninformed idiot, to my very style itself. I’m not dense, and am aware that I read like a coked-out, distracted narcissist a lot of the time. I’m all too aware of my abuse of the first person pronouns, and of my lack of vocabulary. My word repetition is staggering, and sometimes it’s on purpose, but a lot of the time it isn’t. Don’t get me started on my fluctuation from incomplete, to long run-on sentences.

    Over the years, my idea of what this site and these articles should be has changed. When I started, the plan was to have it be a blog chronicling my attempts to make it as a published horror novelist. Of all the trials and tribulations of finding an agent, and shopping a first novel around.

    And then I finished my first book. And I don’t know, many factors kept, and still keep me from publishing it. Many people told me to self publish it, and I just don’t want to do that. But, I’d be lying if I said last summer, I didn’t go through a couple editors. I’d be a liar, if I didn’t tell you I got a friend to make me a cover for the book, so I could in fact self-publish it.

    But things just didn’t feel right. I tried to change the style of the book, to add dialogue after an editor’s request, to what was on its first draft always supposed to simply be a letter. A serial killer’s letter, and who on Earth writes a letter, and adds in dialogue complete with “this type of shit,” he said. In its first form, it was supposed to read like something you’d find hidden in a guy’s sock drawer. A really long letter, that was a confession, of sorts. Other factors came into play. Not feeling like the character described the 18 states he visited enough, and a lack of faith in my own editing, and the ability of others to edit my first novel, means that yet again, it will stay a thing I send to friends every once and a while. I’ve moved on.

    Yet, I still had this site. I’d paid for a domain that intentionally had my name in the title.As I was writing the first book, it was always my plan to have reviews on this site. To showcase my interests, and influences. To tell people about the real stinkeroos, and the gems. But, after the first book was trunked, suddenly all the site seemed to be about was reviews. Oh, sure, every once in a blue moon I’d throw a link to a short story I got published. But, I lost the fire I once had. And, so, for about a year or more, this site has been left by the wayside.

    I hopped from site to site, writing freelance. And I’m still welcome to contribute at a couple, I’m pretty sure. One not so much, but I ain’t got time to dwell on that bullshit.

    I have changed the name of this blog, (at least the header), many times. From Spooky Sean’s Sinful Bloggery, it was shortened to Spooky Sean’s Bloggery, and then to simply, Spooky Bloggery. I changed the theme and overall design of the site, and it was a bitch and a half. I got rid of my links, because the new theme didn’t look great with them, but I’m thinking about adding a few back to the side of the page.

    Which brings me back to why I’m writing this. I guess in a way I do want this to become about Sean M. Thompson the fiction writer again. I started writing for a site called Adventures in Poor Taste, so I have a great venue to showcase my nonfiction reviews, and articles. I don’t want to stop writing reviews and write-ups for this site entirely. But, I’d prefer to steer more towards analysis of multiple works on here. Because let’s face facts, my traffic is in the gutter, and I don’t give a fuck anymore. Why not make this a place I vent? Why not make this an actual blog?

    I still worry while I write. I worry I’m not writing the right thing. I worry I sound stupid. I worry that my style sucks. I worry that maybe I should just give up on this site, and just write for Adventures in Poor Taste, and maybe I should give up the fiction entirely.

    I stretch myself very thin. I’m currently doing a review of every single episode of Community, I do at least 1 comic review a week. I contribute to my own podcast, which in a fun and unexpected way stopped being merely a plot to get traffic up for this site, and started being about interviewing people I am intrigued by. I started as a co-host on a podcast known as Miskatonic Musings. I’m still attempting to help the crew at AIPT get their podcast off the ground. And, starting soon, I’ll be one of 2 hosts on a Stephen King podcast.

    But, when does that leave me time for the fiction? This question plagues me. The logical part of me knows it’s obvious; Sean, you write for the sites people read, and you contribute to the things that people take in. And, going with that, I would only contribute to AIPT, and Miskatonic Musings.

    But nonfiction is not why I started this journey. I realized last night that I need the fiction. I remembered last night why I started my first book in the first place. I am a man with a lot of problems. I’ve suffered from depression for my whole life. I’ve suffered with social anxiety disorder. I have Attention Deficit Disorder. And with all this comes a lot of pain, a lot of sharp memories, which bleed me internally every time they rear their ugly heads. I have a lot of anger, and I have nowhere to direct it. So, for better or worse, writing a book as a serial killer helped me to channel some of that anger. The most fucked up individual you can think of, namely the character from my first book, was a great way to express all the hatred, and sorrow in my heart, without having to come out and say “I am Sean M. Thompson, and I am fucked.”

    Because I am not “fucked,” as glamorous as that would be, and as easy as it would feel to just accept that. I have my problems, sure, but I am a caring and compassionate human being. I am a good friend to many, a good boyfriend (I’ve been told), and above all I am a person that wants to help people. You, reading this, I want to entertain you. I want to make you go through emotions. I want you to have a place you can go to help you when you don’t know how to deal with your own life. I want to make you think, laugh, cry, what the fuck ever. As long as I’m entertaining you. As long as I’m giving you what I so desperately needed all my life; a safe outlet, and a place to escape to forget about all the bullshit inside.

    Bottom line is I don’t give a fuck anymore what I write for this website. I just want to write. And if you’ll indulge me, I’m going to tell you about what I have going on from time to time. Because this is a place where I can truly be me. Where I can interview artists I respect, and where I can tell you about my attempt to create my own art, even if sometimes it drives me nuts.

    I started what I think will be another book a few months back. And the other day, I decided that even if I have to scale back contributing to some of the sites and podcasts where people actually read me, or listen to me, I want to give it another go.

    I want to prove to myself that I can write another book. Ideally it won’t take another two fucking years, lol.

    I’m not going anywhere. So even if this will just be a place where I practice writing, and my main audience is me, I don’t give a shit. Because creation is better than nothing. And because writing this made me feel a lot better, made me feel like I shouldn’t give up.

    To all the people who have been here since the start, thank you. And to all you new people to come, I’d like to welcome you. Because I’m here for you. If you’re going through some shit, I want to hear it. I’m linking the Facebook page for this blog below. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.

    You should never give up on your dreams. I’m not giving up on mine.

    Spooky Sean’s Facebook Pagery


  • Horror Comics Breakdown 11/09/12

    On the off chance this article ain’t posted on the amazingly deranged site I now happily write fer, and love the name of Adventures in Poor Taste! I’ve decided to just post this list of horror comic goodness to my own site. This post will also serve as my “hey, I write for a new site now, don’t I feel special,” kind of a thing.
    I still write for All Things Horror, however, I fear due to the infuriating service known as the United States Postal, my screeners ain’t been comin’ a’ lately. Or, maybe they just haven’t sent them out to me yet.
    But hey, that’s why I drop my roughly 90 bucks a year for this domain, and web hosting. Because Spooky gets restless as a crack head near the end of the bag. Long time readers may remember I had a few posts known as “Horror Comic Run-downs” but I’ve finished running, and have lapsed into full on “Breakdown” mode.
    Welcome to my Breakdown, I hope I didn’t scare you, that’s just the way I am, when I come down.

    Colder issue 1

    This cover is beautifully disgusting. The man is touching his own eye, by sticking his hand through his mouth. I tell you, little kids around the globe will unwittingly see this cover on comic shops, and have nightmares for weeks as a result. In the interest of letting you know the plot of this sucker, I picked it up.
    Written by Paul Tobin, with art by Juan Ferreyra, Colder tells the tale of Declan Thomas, who used to live in the funny farm. Hey, its the 1940’s, in a loony bin in Massachusetts. Anywho, Declan’s body temp is dropping faster than a stripper on a busy night, due to a weird dude named Nimble Jack. There’s a fire at the ol’ insane-o asylum.
    Cut to Boston in present day. I hast seen no Nimble Jack in Boston? Where is barefoot Nimble Jack? Show him to me, I’ll frequent the city more.
    Sadly, despite the intense cover, not a heck of a lot goes on in this issue. In fact, Declan is catatonic for most of the fucker. Best parts are the beginning, and then it’s expositional present day story time.
    Nimble Jack is entertaining, but ultimately, this issue can’t surpass its cover.

    30 Days of Night (current arc) issue 11

    Steve Niles is back with this, issue 11, of the current 30 Days of Night arc. This time around the story centers on Alice Blood, a woman convinced vampires exist. The art started with Sam Keith, but now it’s duties fall to Christopher Mitten. This 30 Days run is great. Don’t want to spoil anything, but an old friend pops by from the very first story arc! Mitten’s art isn’t my favorite, but these vampires are somewhat intimidating. It passes, but is certainly nothing when compared to the vamps of the great and powerful Templesquid.

    BPRD Hell on Earth Return of the Master issue 3

    The BPRD must stop a crazed Russian scientist from releasing demons. I have to admit, I had to use a combination wiki, and going back and buying recent issues to get somewhat up to date with what’s going on with the BPRD lately. Pardon the pun, but it’s a Hell of a lot.
    Story by Mike Mignola(duh) and John Arcudi with art by Tyler Crook, this is a much purchase for BPRD and Hellboy fans. And everyone’s favorite evil Russian from the first Hellboy story is back!

    Hellblazer issue 296

    Jebus, if I thought there was a lot to pick up on with BPRD, well…actually much the same with Hellblazer. This was published earlier in the month, but in the interest of catching up, let’s take a gander. Issue numbah 296 is written by Peter Milligan, with art by Giuseppe Camuncoli.
    Man have I been behind. Apparently Constantine got married, and lost his thumb! Currently, we follow Constantine as he confronts his adopted nephew Finn in Ireland about some sketchy actions, in an attempt to get his sister to leave Hell so his niece Gemma will stop screwing the gangster Julian, the father of John’s bride, Epiphany. Oh, and Julian is a Babylonian demon.
    Like I said, there’s a lot going on. Don’t expect to pick up or get this issue digitally without spending time to get up to speed. Or, if you are a faithful reader, just keep on going.
    I really dig Camuncoli’s art style, and his use of shadows.

    Fatale #9

    Written by Ed Brubaker with art by Sean Phillips. A nifty mixing of noir and Lovecraftian demon beasties. Only nine issues, so you don’t have to go nuts reading, oh say, a metric ass-ton of issues to see where the plot is now.
    She was a dame, with legs that wouldn’t quit, and also she was chased by weird men with tentacles and bowler hats.

    Bedlam

    And the holy shit comic of the week goes to…
    Written by Nick Spencer, with art by Riley Rossmo. The first few pages of this one are…man, clean up on aisle me, I think I pissed myself. Only problem is, the intro is so powerful, that when we cut to our main character, James Franklin Tyse, even despite his creepy secret, it seems to lose a bit of steam. There is a superhero, but we don’t really hear much about him. It’s interesting to have the focus on the villain, and the hero in the background. That villain is Madder Red. Madder is much like the Joker, except much more of a serial killer, terrorist type. Although, with a much larger body count, with more of a penchant for serial killing. He kills a lot of people. Like, a whole lot. The use of color is very unique, sticking mainly to black and white, but having the red’s and other select colors in, well color. Very angular art by Rossmo, much like my favorite artist, Sir Templesmith. The color use reminds me of what Stuart Gordon did in season 2 of Masters of Horror, with his episode The Black Cat, about Edgar Allen Poe.
    Sorry, did I just compare a comic to a TV show? My bad. I mean, when was there ever a horror comic turned into a horror TV show, that is on AMC right now? I miss Tales From the Crypt.
    It’s worth a read, and I’m interested where it’s going, because it seems like it’ll be crazy (puns!) good.
    This issue is about fitty pages, so you get a lot of wacko for your buck.
    Look, let me just show you how disturbing this comic can get. Nothing I can say is a better sell.


  • The ADD Horror Fan: I’ve Been Away For So Long, It’s a Nice Day to Start Again

    I could blame my lack of posts in the last few months on many things. More hours at work, mild depression, a general lack of motivation. A general feeling that no matter what I write about, its already been written about a thousand times all over the internet. But excuses are hollow, and everyone who writes has some form of a life, so ultimately there is no excuse. Lack of drive is something I’ve struggled with, and I won’t lie and say I’m cured here, because that would be bullshit. I’ll make an effort to start updating more, but I make no promises.
    You see, Ol’ Spooky goes through cycles. I’ll have the part of my cycle in which I do very little writing for websites, and focus primarily on writing fiction. And then I’ll have a part of the cycle where I get tired of all the rejection emails, and go back to writing primarily for websites, doing only a little fiction. And then there’s the cycle where I think its all bloody hopeless, and who the fuck wants to read my fiction, or my non-fiction, and I just write nothing. That’s been the latest part of the cycle. Yet, there is a fourth part of said writing cycle. This is the part where I decide, fuck it, I’m going to write my ass off, because I feel like I’m wasting my life if I don’t. Its very self-aggrandizing. The attitude is essentially, I must write, the world needs my words! Whatever, it gets me typing again. And its always fun updating the Bloggery. For a while, I thought, no, I need to make this more like a website, and less like a blog. I forgot the whole reason I started this fucker in the first place. As an outlet for me, myself, and I. Where I could post stories (that no one reads, but hey, they’re there if you want ’em) ramble on about nonsense, and just write my black little heart out. I pay for the domain, I might as well get some use out of the bastard!
    Its pretty fun to see people still check this blarg out when I don’t post for months.

    By the by, its not that I don’t have many, many things to write about. I could write about how my story Casual Sex has held my record number of rejections thus far (3), though I just did, and I don’t think it warrants a whole post.
    EDIT-June 24th-Good news, Casual Sex will in fact be published! Deets when available. Back to my regularly scheduled ramble.
    Surreal Grotesque
    I could review, and discuss my gripes with Prometheus, despite how awesome it looked in IMAX 3D. I still need to write a damn review of The Divide, and I saw that many moons ago.
    I just wanted to let all you pretty followers know that I’m still alive, for one thing, though if you follow my Facebook page, you’d know that. You’d see the thousands of Game of Thrones gifs, and all the funny cat gifs, or memes, or whatever the fuck you call them. I’m not always hip with the lingo.
    I’ve written a story on bath salts which will more than likely never be read for years. I wrote a story about a man addicted to fast food, but the anthology was already filled by the time I sent it in. I wrote a civil war themed horror story I’ve yet to hear back on, several months ago. I also wrote a story about a gentleman’s club, set at the beginning of the twentieth century. That one was rejected, in a real fun way. I never got any rejection email, I just found out the anthology came out, and noticed I wasn’t in it. Rejection is just a part of the game, but it would have been nice to at least get something letting me know I wasn’t in. The civil war themed, and gentleman’s club themed stories were each for the same press, which shall remain nameless. Matter of fact, I’ve still got a couple of stories that were supposed to come out from said publisher. We shall see if they actually see the light of day.
    Needless to say, I don’t have time in my life to wait to hear back on a story I wrote many months ago. So thanks for the credits for my resume, but for now, moving right along.
    Hey, got some good news. I’m a contributor (albeit a terrible one, as the lack of output has been across the board) to two websites now. Not Examiner, because they are a waste of time, and want everything to be localized, which I found incredibly obnoxious. If I wanted to write about things locally, I wouldn’t be a veritable hermit, now would I?! Everybody, check out my ramblings on All Things Horror Online, and a site called Adventures in Poor Taste. So far I only have a few articles up, but again, working to rectify this.
    I know articles do better if they have a picture, so I’ve posted a picture of Virginia Madsen from Candyman covered in blood. I’m fully aware you will probably just look at the picture, and skim the article. Go ahead, I still got your page view. Suckahs.
    Signing off for now.
    Spooky Sean