One Scary Lady

Have you ever noticed that there are no truly scary women? ('m sure there are men and women alike outraged around the world by that statement, or there would be if anyone were reading my blog...) Okay, so there are plenty of scary women. My mother is among them. What I mean is, if you are a fan of horror, who is your role model? Stephen King? (He's mine, so he goes first) Clive Barker? Ray Bradbury? Neil Gaiman? Someone older? Nathaniel Hawthorne? Poe? Where are the women? There are a few, don't get me wrong, but can you think of any that are popular, active, best-sellers, or even good? Not I. Does it say something odd about me that my greatest dream is to not only be listed among Horror writers, but to be truly as horrific, as SCARY as the best of the guys? To not, ahem, 'scare like a girl'? Well, whatever it says about me, it is true. That is my passion, my dream and my goal. King describes it as (paraphrase) people paying good money to be made extremely uncomfortable. I want to be the one creeping them out and taking their money.
So here I am, with my New Year's resolution to by gosh write every day, even if it is just crap, and that's exactly what I'm starting with, crap about what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. I also have resolved to branch out in my reading. This has been helped along by the Thursday Night Book Club, hereafter to be the TNBC, which some fellow writers and I have created. Any readers out there who enjoy being extremely uncomfortable and have not discovered Cormac McCarthy, you should do so. No Country for Old Men was EXCELLENT, gripping, disturbing and highly enjoyable.
If anyone would like to help me out, my latest obsession is fear. What are you afraid of? Let me know so I can sneak up and throw it back at you. Thanks, that's all for today.