There are some places that tug at us, they call us as a writer and beg to be written about. I have yet to write about Maine, but part of that is because I wasn't living in Maine, and still don't. I do enjoy visiting, and have for the last 15 years or so. I enjoy the coast, I enjoy the flavor of the stillness, and I enjoy the food. The people are interesting, and the scenery is both breathtaking and eerie. Two nights ago I watched the fog roll in over the ocean. It was fascinating and frightening. It made me think of the movie THE FOG and I wondered what could come in with the fog.
Now I write horror, mostly, but lately I've been working on both science fiction and non-fiction. I've got one book in the realm of science fiction already finished, and it is in the editing and rewriting stage. I've got to get it through the a critique group first to see if it makes any sense. I am also working on two non-fiction pieces, one about the stupid things people say when someone dies, and the other is a fun little humor book of conversations I made up that I've has with my cat.
And back to Maine. Today was another day like any other. The reason I am in Maine, my Father-in-Law's memorial service. There will be a few popular, or once popular people there, and I know mostly none of their names. I look around and I can see why Stephen King liked it around Maine. There are a lot of spooky people and places here. There is the fog the rolls in, and sweeps its light fingers over the land, crawling in like the tendrils of an octopus's arm.
There are islands with single homes on them, and you can't help but wonder who lives there? Is it a person who likes to bring people to their island to hunt them down and kill them for sport? Is it a person who likes to torture women in his dining room by tying them to dinner chairs and forcing them to converse with them while the sit shaking in a fancy cocktail dress? Is it a person who likes to keep different men trapped in different rooms of their house so they can mate with them, or possibly use them as a brothel for special women to vacation at? There are several possibilities and they are all enchanting and fascinating.
Maine can be the home of horror and terror. Maine can be a nice place for a summer vacation where one can gorge themselves on lobster, or a winter solace where they can sit with a hot toddy and read a frightening book under a super warm blanket. There are a lot of things to love about Maine, and as an author, I really enjoy the look and feel of it. Of course I may also gorge myself on fresh seafood, but that is life. If I can't get good Mexican food, I will eat all the fresh seafood I can get!
Now I write horror, mostly, but lately I've been working on both science fiction and non-fiction. I've got one book in the realm of science fiction already finished, and it is in the editing and rewriting stage. I've got to get it through the a critique group first to see if it makes any sense. I am also working on two non-fiction pieces, one about the stupid things people say when someone dies, and the other is a fun little humor book of conversations I made up that I've has with my cat.
And back to Maine. Today was another day like any other. The reason I am in Maine, my Father-in-Law's memorial service. There will be a few popular, or once popular people there, and I know mostly none of their names. I look around and I can see why Stephen King liked it around Maine. There are a lot of spooky people and places here. There is the fog the rolls in, and sweeps its light fingers over the land, crawling in like the tendrils of an octopus's arm.
There are islands with single homes on them, and you can't help but wonder who lives there? Is it a person who likes to bring people to their island to hunt them down and kill them for sport? Is it a person who likes to torture women in his dining room by tying them to dinner chairs and forcing them to converse with them while the sit shaking in a fancy cocktail dress? Is it a person who likes to keep different men trapped in different rooms of their house so they can mate with them, or possibly use them as a brothel for special women to vacation at? There are several possibilities and they are all enchanting and fascinating.
Maine can be the home of horror and terror. Maine can be a nice place for a summer vacation where one can gorge themselves on lobster, or a winter solace where they can sit with a hot toddy and read a frightening book under a super warm blanket. There are a lot of things to love about Maine, and as an author, I really enjoy the look and feel of it. Of course I may also gorge myself on fresh seafood, but that is life. If I can't get good Mexican food, I will eat all the fresh seafood I can get!
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