“It’s 1868, and Bram, at 22 years old, has locked himself inside a desolate tower to face off against a vile and ungodly beast. Desperate to leave a record of what he has witnessed, Bram scribbles out the events that led him here — a childhood illness, a haunting nanny, stories once thought to be fables now proven true.”
Sitting roughly thirty feet from a living legend is sure to make anyone a little mesmerized, but for me, this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that had my heart pounding almost out of my chest for the first ten minutes of the event.
Stephen King cemented his status in the literary world decades ago and he could have retired a few dozen times over if he really wanted to. But that’s what is so awesome- he doesn’t want to. Rarely do you see a prolific writer still churning out material and new novels at such a rate as they near their fifth decade in the industry. He writes for himself. He writes for his Constant Readers. He writes because that’s what he was born to do.
Much like college basketball’s annual March Madness bracketology, I decided to take those thirty-two names and pit them against each other until a winner was crowned.
Perhaps Kya Shore has found some sort of magical time continuum that allows her to enjoy a thirty hour day? That’s really the only explanation I can come up with when reading over Shore’s accomplishments as an author, social media and email marketing specialist and owner/founder of Aspirations Press.
If I were to compile a list of “People You Should Know” in the horror literary world, Shaun would rank pretty high up there.
The life of an independent author is not for the faint of heart. It also doesn’t come without casualties- countless hours of sleep, canisters of coffee grounds, social get-togethers, ink cartridges.. the list goes on and on. Very rarely does one simply pen the next great American horror story and get to live out their…
Living in northern Illinois has its advantages. I get to call Ray Bradbury’s hometown of Waukegan home. I was able to celebrate my beloved Chicago Cubs’ World Series win from the comforts of my own home some 40 miles from Wrigley Field. I also happen to be right smack dab in the middle of…