I have always loved books. My absolute favorites are horror, thrillers, suspense, mystery and my favorite author of all time is Dean Koontz. I gobble up everything he puts out the second I can get my hands on it! I love his style, his words flow. . .but I’ve went on and on about him a few times before.
Of course I love Stephen King, weirdnesses and all and I love his son, Joe Hill (Heart-shaped Box), can’t wait to see more. These authors are the reason I cannot walk into a dark room, they are to credit for my healthy fear of spook houses and strangers.
Do you remember King's book/movie, “Misery”? It’s a great movie! Tell me you remember, the author, the greatest fan, the novel. . . Remember the setting? The snow, the loneliness?
Alongside a lake in the Northwoods sits a motel - I use the word loosely - sits a strip of 5 rooms attached - remember Psycho? Well take away the attached office and the ice machine and you have the place - and as we checked into the end room I was impressed, we could get 9 channels on the 13” television, you might have been able to use the end of the bed as the chair and dresser top as your desk. The place doesn’t have A/C (I wonder if it has heat) but you can borrow a fan from the office. No internet to distract you from nature or wild imagination. You are transported to another time and place, another dimension. . .
But it has a charm that only a suspense/horror/thriller/mystery novelist could love. The vibe is only slightly eerie. And as you walk the grounds and look around you can imagine all kinds of things happening there. Will we make it out of here alive? Will we end up buried in the freshly tilled garden? How long will it take for someone to miss us? Will we ever be found or just lay decaying at the bottom of the lake with the fish giving us pedicures?
So all you mystery, horror, suspense, thriller writers just come on up if you need a place to hole up with no distractions. We have tons of snow to help block out the rest of the world. And we have a place you can pound away on those typewriter keys while plaiting your tales of woe and despair.
