Sometimes I need a break from the dark, creepy stuff in my head and in other books. My family always gives me a hard time because I won’t watch scary movies. “It’s not going to be as scary as the stuff you write about,” they say.
And they’re probably correct. My stuff is pretty dark. But it’s MY dark. It grows inside ME. I can handle it. Perhaps writing it is my way of letting that darkness out. And I can read dark books, too. Although I don’t do super scary ones.
But, watching a movie feels totally different. It’s so many levels scarier for me. People compared my first book, Savage Art, to Silence of the Lambs… but I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t read it. And I only stayed in the theater about 20 minutes before I had to leave the movie…
What is that all about? Wish I could tell you. But, today I took a break from the dark and read Pumpkin Heads by Rainbow Rowell . It was perfect… and a graphic novel to boot.