Since I was young, I have always enjoyed this time of year. It has nothing to do with candy or trick-or-treating.
I have always enjoyed the creepy, dark, slimy things lurking in the dark.
To be honest, I love the dark. It's my favorite place to be. Hence, the reason I write the way I do.
Horror movies, scary monsters, ghosts, goblins, vampires, etc.
Everything anyone has ever associated with "creepy", "scary", or "just plain wrong" are a few of my favorite things.
When this time of year comes around, my family tends to shake their heads and look away as I sing songs and hang my decorations with care. Though they do seem to enjoy it when I set to cooking in my kitchen and spread my loving intent into some nummy noshes they happily shovel into their faces while simultaneously asking for more.
2016 was a quiet year for us. I did my thing, made my husband and I a tummy filling dinner and sat down to watch a movie while the rest of the world went about their living (which, of course, doesn't mean trick or treating for the kids around here. Don't even get me started.).
This year, I have a few more people present for this slow-to-get-here and quick-to-leave holiday.
I am planning a dead supper, a Sabbat celebration and a tasty dinner for my extended family.
To be followed by a mulled cider fueled bonfire with my boys (all 4 of them) and maybe some s'mores!
I have spent quite a few years writing short stories that never quite fit into the 'normal' genre. When I came across the different erotica genres I was overjoyed. I had found my writing family. I hope that everyone enjoys what I've written. Please feel free to send me a comment/suggestion good/bad/indifferent. I appreciate all feedback! Bright Blessings!