Val the Writer...

I'm sitting here wondering what to write about. It's 1 AM...even the furballs are sleeping. I'm listening to the sounds of silence. Normally, this time of day, I am busy scribbling my little stories, or poetry. The ying and yang of me, as my daughter would say. Although my poetry tends to be rather flowery, my stories are something else. Picture if you will Rod Serling in drag. (Cue the Twilight Zone music) Stories written not of graphic gore and violence, but done to cause chills to dance up and down your spine, and check your home twice before turning off the lights. Fact is most of my friends will not read my stuff before bed as they claim it gives them nightmares. Yet once started they can't help but to finish reading.
As a child, I use to hide beneath my covers and write by flashlight, and often succeeded in scaring the willies out of myself. I no longer hide under the covers ( the monitor causes a horrible lump) but now and then I do produce a deliciously creepy tidbit. I'm really not sure where these stories come from. Perhaps because I was raised on shows like Twilight Zone, One Step Beyond, Alfred Hitchcock, and Creature Features. Maybe it was because my parents believed in Spirits and were not afraid to discuss the occult. Maybe I'm just weird. All I know is they rise up in my mind like mist off the moore and spill themselves onto the page.
If you would like to read some of my work, visit Tales To Chill You or Lesa's Writers Hideaway
(Lesa's also carries some of my poetry).
Mean while, I think I may try that thing you mortals refer to as sleep. Pleasant screams, everybody. Muhahahaha