Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Beginning Of The Dark, Dark Blog
Beware! Um, I mean Welcome! This is the beginning of The Dark, Dark Blog, which currently looks a little, um, dark.........in good time I hope to keep you updated on the children's book which I am currently writing. I write horror children's stories (Because when I was a child, I loved anything that snapped, trapped, slit, bit, growled, howled, and filled me with screams or nightmarish dreams!), and I want to hear from everyone else out there that hears a bump in the night and says "Finally!". Thanks for stomping..........I mean stopping by. In the future I hope to have Monstrous Messages and even (Gasp!) ghastly giveaways!!!! If you would like to leave a comment, my suggestion for my first post is "Your first nightmare.". Good Evening.
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I love the name of your blog.
ReplyDeleteI am a writer who uses all her creative energy online and never writes a book! (I have ghost-written Hollywood bios and memoirs, but my own book... It becomes less important the older I get.) So, good for you that you put your energy in the "real" work. I'll be watching your blog.
angelique
Oh, shoot. I forgot the nightmare.
ReplyDeleteMy sister is four years younger than I am. I was born in Honolulu and was dragged to Illinois in the dead of winter when I was 8 years old. The first night in that cold, colorless place where trees had no leaves, I had the nightmare for the first time. The interesting thing about this recurring nightmare is that the details changed each time I had the dream, but the outcome was always the same.
People wanted to hurt or steal my little sister, and I was the only one who could save her. Duh-ta-duh! Once the ice cream man scooped her up into his truck and drove away while I stood there oblivious, eating my banana popsicle. Another night, my new teacher stopped us on the street corner and distracted me so that she could run away with Melissa. One night a vampire was after her, and he just swirled her away under his cape and vanished right before my very eyes. One night we were at the drive-in and a flying monkey from the Wizard of Oz wanted my sister. I thought we were going to escape this time. We ran from the snack bar and back to the car. I jumped in the car and locked the door--leaving Melissa outside. I watched as the monkey flew away with her.
I had this dream every couple of months until I was in college. Another interesting point is that when this dream of my sister stopped, I got a new recurring dream--one that is fairly entertaining. I still have it periodically but it can't be considered a nightmare.
The End, as I used to say when I'd read my sister a story I had written.
angelique again
Ghost Writing sound like something I might enjoy, hee hee. Good for you.
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