As a writer, I love to write. At any moment, at any time, whenever the inspiration hits me. In the springtime, if it’s raining and the rain splatters on the rooftop in just the right way, I may write a poem. When it’s hot and muggy outside and the mosquitos and the flies are buzzing around, I might grab my pencil and turn out a lazy bit of prose to match my summer day. I’ve been known to tweak out a verse or two based on lyrics of a song that intrigued me. And bearing witness to an act of kindness or malice has often demanded that I make my way to my computer and adapt my testimony into words of warmth or tales of woe. On my phone I have a note pad app that allows me to tap out a line or two when I’m in my car and a bright idea hits me (when I’m stopped somewhere, of course!), and in my purse, I have a small, spiral-bound writing journal that I always keep handy so I can write when I take the kids to soccer or to Barnes & Noble (I mean, it’s Barnes & Noble, for Pete’s sake! How can you not find inspiration there???)
Yea, I’m always ready to write, and lots of things move me to do it.
But nothing so much like the month of October.
October signals the time for witches and goblins, ghosts and ghouls. It’s time for scary movies, horror specials, and dark novels. It’s when the monsters in the closet seem a little more real, the creatures under the bed are more determined to get you, and that obscure shadow in the corner is not really a shadow at all…but something far and significantly more sinister. Friday, October 13 is the ominous date on the calendar, and crossing the path of a black cat is a little creepier. When the window is open but a crack, you hear the wolf howl at the moon and in the light of a fire—campfire or other—flames dance and prance the steps of the wicked.
October marks the time for fear.
As any horror writer will tell you, October is the month for our craft. This is the season when people are not as afraid to take on the dark; in fact, they challenge it, consequences be damned. We allow ourselves to fear with both amusement and trepidation, with both giggles and shudders. We squeal with dark delight at the terrors that flicker across our TV screens in the safety of our own homes, but at night, we shake with anguish when the floorboards creak and the windows rattle. And it’s this curious mixed acceptance of fear that horror writers thrive on and makes it easier to write than any other time of year.
It’s the beginning of the celebration of the macabre.
In the mind of the horror writer—at least mine, anyway—this month is almost sacred. There is a heightened sense of terror during these four weeks, and I am keenly aware of the darkness and treachery that is lurking. Things speak to me during this month and I find inspiration everywhere: from the little old lady hanging giant spiders on her porch to the dime-store monsters on sale at the local drugstore to the pint-sized ghouls that roam the streets forever in search of Halloween treats. Michael Jackson’s Thriller plays on a loop on the radio and its spooky beats help set the mood for thirty-one nights of chills and thrills.
Terror abounds in this corner of the calendar, and for those of us who like to pen dark, twisted tales, it’s ripe for the picking. Sometimes the ink in our pens spills a classic story of evil witches looking to dine on naughty children. Other times our pens will speak for the dead, recount their haunting, and deliver their revenge. At still other moments, our pens scribble the random, incoherent thoughts of the insane, only to leave the sane wondering, bewildered and terrified.
More than any other month in the year, I am inspired by the whispers that float on the air, the undertones of death that waft on the breeze, the stark, bleak silhouettes of bare trees backlit by the ghostly light of moon and the owl’s haunted hoot. They are stage and prelude to a symphony for the damned, where the screams of innocents and the slippery slide of blood upon the walls are the grand overture.
And I am inspired to write.
But more importantly, I am also even more inspired to share. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t like to share the fear? Who doesn’t like to go into the haunted house with friends so we can all scream together, laugh together, be scared together? Who doesn’t like to sneak up on their best buddy and say “Boo!”?
Because really, that’s what horror writers do—certainly that’s what I like to do. Writing horror is about sneaking up on someone and saying boo!—in the grandest way possible—and the month of October makes it both legitimate to do and lots of fun.
Yep, yep, I love October. It motivates me like no other time of year, and despite all that I have going on and the troubles that plague me, October is calling me, winking at me, telling me it’s time to write.
There is inspiration everywhere and it’s time to say…