Ginger Nuts of Horror
In the fall of 1994, I quit Stephen King cold turkey. Mid-book, I threw up my hands (and the book) in frustration. “That’s it! I’m done with Stephen King!” And I brought the book back to the library unread.
Oh sure, I would later gobble up all the movies and “television events” I could get my hands on, like a reformed junkie sneaking back to the old digs for a little taste. I couldn’t miss out on The Stand, The Shawshank Redemption, Storm of the Century, The Green Mile, and Rose Red, not when everyone else was enjoying them. But for ten years, I never read another word the Master of Horror wrote.
I read plays, I read mysteries, I read transgressive fiction and the classics. I read literally dozens of screenwriting books (more on that later).
'It’s hard to think of a single work by any author which really inspired me when I was still trying to pick my way through writing. I was always an avid reader and a moviegoer.
I started out reading horror when I was relatively young, and I remember trying to read The Stand when I was around thirteen. Couldn’t finish it, plus it was my dad’s book and needless to say, he wouldn’t have approved of me reading that at such a young age. Which is not to say my parents are conservative, they just believe in such things as age limits.
I suppose the one work which had the biggest impact on me in my formative period was ....