A Good ol' Fright

Okay, I haven't written in this for a long time and I haven't posted any short stories. Many reasons for that and they all seem like excuses.

I disconnected my internet, its back on again but with another company. It's probably best not to go into details but, oh my god the nightmare!!!

But that's not really the excuse. I can always manage somehow to get writing on the internet.

I have actually written several short stories and afterwards none of them seemed good enough. A lot of my time has been taken up writing my new novel. It's a large novel and I'll write ten or fifteen thousand words and then burn out a little. I like it, it's harsh and dirty yet kind of humorous.

What I need is a good scare and I think I got it.

You see I write horror, well horrorish. I don't really classify myself as a writer because the theme on my work is really based only in one direction. Writers can diversify, I can't.

I think writers and horror writers should be two different occupations. You read memoirs from horror writers and they all talk about simular things and these things I can really relate to.

a) Suddenly finding for no good reason you have a whole novel in you that you were not aware of ten minutes ago.

b) Having a dream or nightmare that has a need to be placed down.

c) Feeling you are driven by something that has happened to you in the past.

It's all a bit more complex than that, sufficed to say that from what I've heard from other horror writers, their talent tends to stem from more a compulsion than anything else.

Thus I love to be scared.

I have a fear of aliens, in particular alien abduction.

There are nights when I cannot sleep, I've turned on all the lights, trying desperately to keep my cat close, clutching at one of my bears and all I can do is stare at the bedroom door.

I love those moments. I adore them.

Yes, and you did hear correct, I have a collection of teddy bears.

At the moment I'm covering for someone and doing the nightshift. I started at this job on the nightshift. It's what led me to write one of the novels that I hope one day everyone will be able to read.

That eeriness of being the only one in the dark building, it's like visiting an old friend.

In the silence my ears are always thinking they hear music, I can even hum along until I realise that there is no music, it's all in my head. Out of the corner of your eye in the darkness you catch a glimpse of a moving figure. I'm imagining it of course.

I love it.

The last week I got a little bonus.

Went out for a cigarette, there was a figure at the back door of the next building. I thought security guard, he turned to me and I thought opps, time to go back in.

I turned off all the lights and tossed through my mind calling the police. We are on level 1 so I looked down on where I'd seen him. He wasn't there, I though phew I don't have to call the police. Then I saw a man walking around and I wondered what I was looking at. I was looking at the reflection of our building on the windows of the building next door. The man was trying to break into the door I had just gone into. When I thought about it I rang the police. I mean the man saw me go through a door and then proceeded to follow and try to break down that door.

After I got off the phone from the police I decided to go downstairs and see if he was still there. I could not see him in the reflection anymore.

Went down stairs, looked out the door, looked out a window. I shrugged and turned to return to work. There he was standing there at the other back door, waiting, grinning at me.

Inside I got quite a fright but all I did was murmur, well that was quite a shock to myself and then moved on, quietly back upstairs. By the time the police did the rounds he was gone.

I was as happy as Larry, the look in the guys eyes, the grin and the way he just waited it was pure madness.

I'll at least get a short story out of it. I was hoping for a nightmare but you can't get everything you want.

Oh yes, that competition I entered the story abandon in will get judged in November.

Abandon.

I've written a short story called Abandon and I'm going to submit it to a short story competition in the UK. It's the best short story I've written and I'd love to put it on this site but cannot. Short Stories submitted to competitions cannot be published elsewhere including on Websites. :(

Bloody Links

Okay I think I sorted out, I dumped the choice of using a links element and went straight for a little HTML box. I even tried to mess around with the template's HTML so that I could still use a simple links element but no.

Forgot to put the breaks in so all the link names are next to eachother. Was going to change it but decided I liked it.

So now the links open in a seperate window so that this window stays open.

Man I got to become less boring!

Grebo and Other Blogs and Stuff

I just found a crazy Blog by an old friend, Grebo.

It's called RaNTiNGS oF ReVeReND GReBO.

His page won't allow comments so I'm going to think really hard until he got the message.

I then realised that I should have some kind of link list so I can add it in with other links that I can add. I know, I know It's a slow bloody day!!

I'm wondering what the html code is so that it opens in another page. I can't have you people leaving my page, not now, not ever!!

DrMeowMeow

A couple of days ago I wrote a short story and finished it. Did not really like it though. I called it lack lustre. In my opinion it really lived up to its name. I remember finishing the last sentence with a "I'm not impressed" look on my face. It's okay I guess, in comparison to the two previous it's nothing.
I'm getting back into my novels now. I'm writing a huge novel that'll end up being 120 thousand words long. It's called The Tides Of Karni Mata. I remember starting in and getting through the first bit and then looking at the word count and thinking that I was at the count of where I'm usually half way through but I had just really only begun. I guess that's how it works though. I guess I'll have to wait for another short story to come to me to post it on here. So now I'm trying to decided whether I put the okay or even bad stories up on this? Whether I put older stories from a decade ago up here? I was even wondering whether I should put excerpts of my novels up?

On the right I've added a picture of Shio my cat. He is really my best friend when it comes to it. He spends the most time with me, he's like a fuzzy extension of my own being. He's a very demanding cat though and he hates my writing. It means less attention for him. When he sees me walking off to the study he tries to tackle me and bite the tendons behind my knees. I love cats that way, cute and cuddly with just enough of the wild still lurking behind it all. He does not want me sitting behind the computer all night so his first instinct is to cripple me. He's demanded that he has his own webspace so I put up www.myspace.com/drmeowmeow for him. People are always emailing him through it and all he can do is put meowmeow in his replies.

The photo is of him trying to eat the camera.

Typing

Just thought I'd post a picture of one of my old typewriters. I actually used to use this one until common sense prevailed.
Imagine typing and typing and typing a story out and then having to copy it all out on the computer, then to go through the editing process. I used to have to maintain it, the ribbon used to jam up, guests would come over and pound the keys.
I also loved the feel of it though. I think this one was made in 1908. Next year it will be an official antique.

If it wasn't for the size that old typewriters took up, I think I would collect them.
I think the thing that eventually persuaded me to write straight onto the computer was that I was having a harder and hard time finding replacement ribbons.Someone should make keyboards for computers with large, turn of the century keys and levers. I'd buy one (if it did not look too poxy.)

What's in a name?

At the moment I will use my own name, it is my name after all.

I do wonder if I ever get a chance in the future to show my work to the world what name I should use?

Matt Cole's are a little in the multiple. It's an okay name, it's my name after all.

It has occured to me to swap them around and choose Cole Matthews. It sounds nice, Cole is a unique first name. I would love to use Molecat but, well it seems a little fake.