This is a Blazing Bitch post. I don't do these often, but I'm pissed off. At what? Glad you asked. This is the start of the big political season and politicians from both sides of the fence are spitting their venom at me and daring to ask me for money. They're asking the wrong guy. I don't see anyone from either party at any level: local, county, state, or national that I like or even respect. You have all failed at your jobs. So, leave me alone. Thank you.
Also, I'm getting a lot of emails from various religious groups asking me for support on various things. Hmmn. Again. No thank you. Other folks are trying to pry into my head to see what I believe or don't believe. None of their business. See, I write horror tales. What do my religious beliefs have to do with my monsters running loose? Nothing. My stories come from my soul. Obviously, my soul is not of the fluffy-lamby variety or I would be writing in other genres. To me, horror is the truth. It is my duty to write about it. Psychological horror in all its many forms is my preferred form of horror. Why? Maybe folks who read my stories will see the truth for what it is. No hitting anyone over the head with it. Enjoy the story and maybe . . . and maybe a little more.
People who know me are aware of how much I love children. I do all I can for them. This is what matters most to me. Over the years I have given away a fortune to ease their pain. It makes me feel good. I have never accepted a dime of my author royalties. It has all gone to children. Think of Autistic children, those dying from cancer, and many more. All of us can help in some way, even if it is only a kind word. For people to get immersed in themselves to the point that they ignore the sick children is horrific. How about people saying evil things about a child in a Mall who is sitting down on the floor screaming? Like what? These Autistic children are to be treated with repulsion? Not on my watch they won't. These are children who only want love and understanding.
I'm not tooting my own horn here. I'm just explaining that we all need to put more compassion in our hearts and souls. Wouldn't it be nice if the horrors in my stories are merely escapism and not the truth? Unfortunately, at the present time that's not the way it is.
But maybe . . . just maybe we can make a difference.