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  • The ADD Horror Fan: Release of My First Novel

    Like the shambling undead this series will now be unearthed, to coincide with the release of my first novel. So, understand, writing a novel for someone with ADD is basically akin to climbing a fucking mountain without shoes. I’ve tested out my attention span: for reading, I lose steam 5 to 6 minutes in, and for shows or films, probably every 20 minutes I get bored, give or take. So the no doubt hundreds of hours I spent working on this novel is no small feat, especially when you consider every 15 minutes or so I’d lose steam. And since these do better with pictures, below is a sexy zombie!

    Okay, you idiots still here? Cool. So what the fuck was I- YES, I PUT OUT MY FIRST BOOK, well, am in the process of putting it out. Kindle link below suckahs.

    TH3 D3M0N for Kindle

    So right (it’s called ADD horror fan for a reason) finished a book about demonic possession spread via computer virus. My mom gave my the idea several years back when she told me about this one for the iphone that was going around, and whether it was or wasn’t called this, she said it was known as “The Demon.” Rest is history.

    TH3 D3M0N is book 1 of 3 in The Fires Rise series (working title that will probably stick.) I’m going to refrain from comparing myself to other writers for a change, but it’s the novel is almost certainly inspired by Clive Barker and Stephen King, as well as Jack Ketchum, Laird Barron, Matthew M. Bartlett, and Thomas Ligotti. Yes, I just did a terrible job refraining from mentioning other writers, fucking sue me.

    I’m going to have a separate posts on influences for the book later, but since the point of this article series is to be stream of consciousness, let me tell you what I’m feeling and thinking. Well I’m eating peanut butter cups, and I could lie and say I’m scared, but I’m not. Putting a book out gets progressively less scary. I’m more scared it won’t go anywhere, but hey, I have another job, so whatever. I’m hoping people like the book, sincerely. I think it has merit to it, and I think the scale of it more than anything is where people will be dragged in, and will hopefully bring them back for book 2 in The Fires Rise series (whenever the fuck I get around to doing that).

    We live in a fun age, with a lot of technological and psychosocial advancements, with things like social media and Youtube. But you have to wonder if this new landscape is screwing with people (spoiler alert, it is, I just am too lazy to google research studies). But hey, it allows me to send this post to you without the need of the post office, so hooray.

    Might write a list of gothic horror films later. Not sure. Keepin’ it loosy goosy.
    And I’m out.


  • The ADD Horror Fan; Did I Even Need a Semicolon There?

    In case you didn’t read the post directly below this, I have a traumafession up on Kindertrauma about The Christmas Toy, so that’s awesome. Speaking of Christmas, I have to work Black Friday, and I work in retail, so fuck me sideways. Just stick that shit in crooked, and fuck my fat life to death. If you get the reference, congrats, you’ve listened to music in the 90’s.
    The 90’s had some good horror flicks. Stir of Echoes, Candyman, Scream (just the first one) Ravenous. It seems like the current output of horror movies just can’t enthrall me. Mainly because, all of the characters are annoying. I’m looking at you Altitude, how dare you shit on the good name of EC Comics, and Lovecraft alike, with your shitty movie. Speaking of shitty movies, I watched a Fulci flick, A Lizard in a Woman’s Skin, and it was quite bad. You know it’s bad, it’s bad, you know it. really, really bad. If you know that song, congratulations, you have fucking ears. There was a Family Guy where the teens got into ear-fucking, wasn’t there?
    I need to pay someone to strap me to a chair and finish my damn book. Lately, I’ve just been procrasturbating and internet surfing like crazy. Anything to avoid doing the thing I initially started the blog to talk about! Sheesh, what a fucking hypocrite I am!
    Tune in next week, when I cover myself in oil, and sensually gyrate to Justin Beiber outside your house.