Author's Note:

Over the past several years or so I have been fortunate enough to have published some tales, a few editorial and personal essays, a couple of flash pieces and two novellas. I’ve blogged extensively, written reviews and a Twilight Zone column; interviewed some monsters, became a horrible clown, a frightening scarecrow, a wicked witch, a gruesome Jack-O-Lantern and an evil jester. I've maintained a professional website, rebuilt this Staying Scared website, and have created a few Staying Scared videos for the Staying Scared YouTube (and plan to make more). To me, the most amazing aspect is that I’ve did all this while working an average of 50 hours a week too.

Why I rise at 5:00 a.m. every single day, days off included just to plop down and bang out a few words is eluding because after all, I’m nowhere near a great writer and am fully aware that the odds of ever becoming a best seller are slim to none. However, I love writing and therefore, unabated by tiredness and motivated by the occasions when this ghoul finds a grave to place some of those words, it suddenly becomes all worthwhile and I find myself back to assuming I’ll get plenty of sleep when I’m dead.

While I’ve never been beyond delving into other genres and occasionally do branch, my daughter wants me to pen a love tale… Yuck!...No Way!...doubt it, having younger days filled with monster magazines, horror comics and Saturday Night’s Chiller Theater (I was the kid rooting for Van Helsing to be bitten and was virtually powerless in stopping a pursing smile from creeping across my face when a zombie’s blackened teeth gnawed a blood spurting bite out of some poor screaming soul’s arm, leg or neck), my path was forged long ago and I truly am a product of environment and therefore accept that the darkened shadows is where I belong.

And while it took years to realize I too had bloody footprints in my wake, this creepy journey, filled with all sorts of things that go bump in the night, has been tremendous fun and Bloody Walls is a summation of some of it.

So, turn down the lights, hope for thunder and lightning, ignore the settling creaks of the home and enjoy the fear. Welcome to my world...and Stay Scared!




A picture of Wee Willie Wicked, a sinful malicious clown
A picture of Fester Bones, a skeleton who writes The Cemetery column at Staying Scared