A hundred internet points if you get the title reference.
It is the month that I patiently wait for all year long. The month where fall magic kicks into full gear. The month where I can run around acting like a lunatic and have a legitimate excuse to do so. October. Horror month. Magic month. Darkness and shadows. Pumpkin smoke and haunted houses. Abandoned alleys and questionable highways. Ethereal strangers and local ghosts. Candy corn and chocolate. Orange and black. Screeching cats and clattering chains.
I kind of like this holiday.
Granted, as I grow older I’m a little too busy and tired to go all-out, but I love the entire month. I love Halloween. There’s a possibility that dances around all month, and acceptance that is different from imagination at other times of the year. This is my month to gorge on ghost stories, horror, Ray Bradbury, and others. This is my month to eat apples and doughnuts, and the occasional peanut butter chocolate pumpkin (or three). This is my month to think about costumes, creatures, and appreciate the efforts of others as they throw themselves into making their own outfits. It’s a comfortable month, a month to stretch the legs and the cramped-up portions of the soul. It’s a month to re-examine my darker story ideas and to applaud those of authors that I adore.
Off and on throughout the month I’ll be sharing my picks for movies, books, and some memories. And I may pull open the vault and do some special Lost Manuscript editions, just to keep things lively. I’m also going to be scheduling some guest posts by authors I’m lucky to know and admire the work of. So keep your eyes peeled and your crosses and garlic handy!