Personal reflections and seasonal thoughts. These entries trace mood, memory and creative undercurrents as they surface, shift and settle.
It’s December already. The nights are wicked long, the air has bitey teeth and the countdown to Christmas has begun. But beneath all the noise and glitter, the veil is thinning. This is the season of quiet ghost stories. Forget New Year’s resolutions. They never stick (and are rarely inspiring). However, what I’m going to commit to is … Continue reading The Ghosts of Winter…
When the sun slips below the horizon and shadows uncoil from their daytime shapes (always more fluid and dramatic when you’re not looking), the world drifts into its most unreliable hour. Twilight. For lovers of horror and the supernatural, dusk is more than a time of day. It’s an atmospheric threshold. And thresholds have always … Continue reading Why Twilight Breeds Fear…
Wow, it’s been a long while since I last wrote here. Life, work and family have a way of sweeping us along, don’t they? But the stories never go quiet, not really. Even when I’m away from my writing desk, the voices of my characters (and the echoes of all those haunted places, imagined and … Continue reading Stories That Linger Like Ghosts…
It was March 2015.Before diagnosis, but not before symptoms. I was staying with my parents, sleeping in my old bedroom. The steroids had left me wired. I couldn’t rest. I lay awake with my feet pressed against the adjoining wall. Terraced houses carry sound. I knew that. I’d grown up listening to life on the … Continue reading The Night the Wall had a Heartbeat…
I’ve never been certain how many ravens belong in a story, yet it’s their collective noun. One is an omen. Two imply witness. Three begin to feel deliberate. Anything more and the counting really starts to matter. Ravens carry weight because they observe. They remember. They gather at the edges of things and wait to … Continue reading How Many Ravens Are in a Storytelling..?
R. H. DIXON 