Somewhere between learning the alphabet and reading Ray Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, I decided to pick up a pen and write. That first book, the first that lit a fire inside me, became the inspiration for a lifetime.
This passage gave a 10-year-old the chills, chills which had nothing to do with the cool November morning, as I sat on the porch of my childhood home…
Just four times around, ahead, thought Jim. Boy.
Just ten times around, back, thought Charles Halloway. Lord.
Each read the thoughts in the other’s eyes.
Just this once, thought Jim.
But then, thought Charles Halloway, once you start, you’d always come back. One more ride and one more ride. And, after a while, you’d offer rides to friends, and more friends until finally…
proprietor for some small part of eternity of the traveling dark carnival shows….
Maybe, said their eyes, they’re already here”.
I grew up surrounded by the “Sleepy Hollow” folklore in the Hudson Valley area of New York State. Whispers of Indian legends from the Catskill Mountains, were part of my world view. Horror movies on Saturday morning and indulgent parents who allowed me to explore dark legends and myths further fueled the creative fires.