Who I am as a writer, a question I have pondered on while viciously re-reading the prompt trying to consume what the hell am I supposed to do. Well I think I have it down and it doesn’t hurt to try! As a writer, ever since I started writing I always write a weird amalgamation of current genres I enjoyed. But I always heavily enjoy horror throughout my life, having always loved the supernatural and superstition. I have many stories of me doing crazy ass shit to people around me because of my love for horror. One night while I was 10 years old, my sister was 13. I was reading through this scary story called “The Rake” , just a silly spooky creature that lives in NY mainly upstate, this creature would attack people in their house etc. But the part that drives this story home is that this menace lives in NY, where me and my sister so happened to live. So in the late of night once the sun have set, I crawled out of my little goblin cave (The bottom bunk bed) hyping myself up to tell this scary ass story to my sister who gets real scared of everything, so I peak my head out of the abyss of darkness (Edge of top bunk bed) and asked my sister if she wanted to hear a scary story. My lovely sister who loves me very much of course said yes, which she soon regrets. I tell her about how “The Rake” attacks people at night sitting on their bed edge waiting for his victim to wake up etc. and my dear sister is shivering in her timbers about this dude staring at me like this O.O, and the last thing I say to her was “AND HE IS IN NY YOU KNOW WHERE WE LIVE!” and she jumped out of her bed to the ground walking out of the door just telling me “He is not real right, NO he can’t be” and I go “Maybe?” I know he is not real, but for my sister this was factual evidence that “The Rake” is real and because of me being an ass and leaving the conversation causing my sister to not be able to sleep that night. When I woke up the next day she was sitting in the kitchen eating her breakfast, when I asked her if she was good she said no because she was kept awake from my story. That’s when I told her that the story was fake and was just made to scare people and she got mad at me but then later forgot about this whole thing later. The more I threw myself down horror the more I fell in love with different types of horror. It will either be a supernatural adventure or mystery depending on who you talk to, either Nancy Drew me or Magic Treehouse me. Looking into the unknown always has fascinated me, either creepy cryptids or the depths of the human mind it has always hooked me in. When writing these little stories yes they might be very basic and bare bones, but it brings me such joy to write. After doing research on Jennifer Tamayo earlier this month seeing how she puts all of herself into her work, showing the writing process shouldn’t please only others, but it should please yourself as well. Seeing her interviews of how she talked about her works as a ‘weirdo baby’ she still loved and enjoyed her work, but still had the same sense of fear of showing your work to others. Especially when your work dives into topics many people feel uncomfortable or disturbed from talking about, for example Jennifer’s work talks about immigration and documentation process and the silence that goes along with these topics. For me it’s talking and reading about macabre subjects, and the fear of the unknown. Having seen someone who is a published author who worked for what she wanted to do and having everything she wanted be still in her writing inspired me to still be myself into my writing to write down what comes to my mind and sound like me. I am also inspired by Jenneifer’s willingness to show more of herself in her work by adding aspects of what she enjoys doing which is photography, which I will love to add my own pieces of art to my work if I felt like it at the moment.
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