I’ve mentioned that my son (who is now 3) is destined to be the next great horror writer. This week, he took another step down the road of the macabre. A few nights ago, I took up more than my share of the available parking area in our driveway. I’m sure I was in a hurry and was planning to move the car before my wife and son got home. But I didn’t. So, when Cindy and Squish got home after a hard day at work and the babysitter,...

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There’s been a bit of movement around my middle reader horror novel Crooked Hills. Last week, ARCs of the first book went out to reviewers, and another big batch of review copies are shipping in the next week or so. Whenever a new project hits the street (even in the early stages), I grow tense with worry over what people will think. A couple of early reviews have come in, though, and so far they’ve been positive. “Crooked...

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A while back, my son and I made up a game where we would hide from various imaginary monsters. We would get a blanket or sheet, sit on the floor, and listen closely to sounds that weren’t there. “I hear something outside!” I would say. “What?” Squish would ask. “A robot!” I’d shriek, and we’d both dive under the blanket until the threat was gone. And we’d do this over and over and over...

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