1 December 2012
Hello again, today is Friday, November 30, 2012. I've discovered that instead of being scared by authors' attempts at horror, I am enveloped. I become glued to the pages as the writer tries to show how the blood drips slowly like a rusty red syrup down decrepit doorways. Or how the description of the constant beating of a heart, the ever strong tick-tock of life drives an insane man to be even more mad than he himself can imagine in the dark recesses of his mind. I wonder, truthfully wonder, if words are an apt medium to convey fear. Unlike the spoken word or movies, they cannot show the timbre of one's voice; It has to be implied by phrasing. Even then, I feel that the written word lacks a certain ferocious flare, a type of reddening rage, that strikes true fear into the hearts of readers, much like real true murder or death would. But writing Also has upsides, like the overindulged metaphor that will make something even more horrible than it would be in real life. Though I don't seem to notice it. Maybe I am as mad as a hatter for not noticing it.
As always,
ZenMercury, Keep calm, and let the daemons loose from your pens and onto the paper on which thaw can prowl, so we can strike real, true fear.
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