Books: The Thing | Dead of Night | Seconds
Essays: Routledge Companion to Folk Horror | Scarred for Life volume 3
Horror fiction writer
NEW BOOK: CAPTURE SPIRAL
Aberdeen dweller
He/Him
https://linktr.ee/jezconolly
Thank you very much, Gree!
My new book, Capture Spiral, has been at the preorder stage of availability for a wee while, but I’m pleased to say that it’s due to be sent off for print in the coming days, and start shipping in March. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
Thank you very much, Gree!
My new book, Capture Spiral, has been at the preorder stage of availability for a wee while, but I’m pleased to say that it’s due to be sent off for print in the coming days, and start shipping in March. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
I need to stop looking at my fucking phone. I’m addicted to doomscrolling. It’s so bad for my health. I need help. I’m desperate. Wait - what would Jesus do? What was it that he said? Oh yeah: “If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out”. Thank you Lord. Where’s my pen knife…
You weep. The dreams. They beckon you again.
“I can’t resist any longer. My bloodshot eyes close.”
Continue it.
#HorrorWritersChat
I need to stop looking at my fucking phone. I’m addicted to doomscrolling. It’s so bad for my health. I need help. I’m desperate. Wait - what would Jesus do? What was it that he said? Oh yeah: “If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out”. Thank you Lord. Where’s my pen knife…
Reflections are purely reality. Take this quote from my story ‘Nuggets’:
“A quick grit rictus into the shaving mirror. Christ All bloody Mighty. That face. Seventy-two years of it. He couldn’t remember the last time it had managed a genuine smile. Nineteen forty seven perhaps.”
You float, motionless. A titanic shadow surrounds you. Its gleaming red eye carves words in your mind.
Horror dreamscapes can be reflections of a character’s turmoil. What’s your favourite dreamscape reflection?
#HorrorWritersChat
Reflections are purely reality. Take this quote from my story ‘Nuggets’:
“A quick grit rictus into the shaving mirror. Christ All bloody Mighty. That face. Seventy-two years of it. He couldn’t remember the last time it had managed a genuine smile. Nineteen forty seven perhaps.”
I tend to think, if you’re going to feature a dream in a story, it should act as an indicator of the whole story’s questionable reality. In effect, the whole thing should be beholden to dream logic.
Its hum rakes your ears. The skulking shapes leaden your legs.
They draw near. A query bursts inside you.
Are horror dreamscapes a factor in your stories? If not, how would you write a horror dreamscape?
#HorrorWritersChat
I tend to think, if you’re going to feature a dream in a story, it should act as an indicator of the whole story’s questionable reality. In effect, the whole thing should be beholden to dream logic.
In my stories nobody dreams because nobody sleeps. Being alive is the bad dream. The only thing that sleeps is reason. As the old songs say: all the nightmares came today, and it looks as though they’re here to stay.
Its hum rakes your ears. The skulking shapes leaden your legs.
They draw near. A query bursts inside you.
Are horror dreamscapes a factor in your stories? If not, how would you write a horror dreamscape?
#HorrorWritersChat
In my stories nobody dreams because nobody sleeps. Being alive is the bad dream. The only thing that sleeps is reason. As the old songs say: all the nightmares came today, and it looks as though they’re here to stay.
Jez - hiding in Scotland from the Fascists - I write ‘kitchen sink horror’ - the sexiest dream I ever had featured showroom dummies who had taken over the ground floor of my family home. I was about 6 when I had the dream. I woke up screaming.
Jez - hiding in Scotland from the Fascists - I write ‘kitchen sink horror’ - the sexiest dream I ever had featured showroom dummies who had taken over the ground floor of my family home. I was about 6 when I had the dream. I woke up screaming.
Jez - hiding in Scotland from the Fascists - I write ‘kitchen sink horror’ - the sexiest dream I ever had featured showroom dummies who had taken over the ground floor of my family home. I was about 6 when I had the dream. I woke up screaming.
#booksky
A shout out to anyone on here who hosts a podcast/website/etc - I’m available for chats/Q&As about my new book (or my other writing on film, horror) - just hit me up on here. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
#booksky
A shout out to anyone on here who hosts a podcast/website/etc - I’m available for chats/Q&As about my new book (or my other writing on film, horror) - just hit me up on here. temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
temporalboundary.bigcartel.com/product/capt...
Cheers Eryn! My aforementioned story Vinegar and Brown Paper will be appearing very soon in the next volume in the BHF Book of Horror Stories series. Here’s the draft cover. Oh, and here’s me according to Chat PG Tips.
Cheers Eryn! My aforementioned story Vinegar and Brown Paper will be appearing very soon in the next volume in the BHF Book of Horror Stories series. Here’s the draft cover. Oh, and here’s me according to Chat PG Tips.
It can’t be. I made sure. There was no doubt. No room for error. I don’t make mistakes. And yet, somehow, here I am. Still alive. I look at the day and I think ‘please, not this again’. I’m not supposed to be here. And now I can’t face another attempt. Just in case I fail, again.
It can’t be. I made sure. There was no doubt. No room for error. I don’t make mistakes. And yet, somehow, here I am. Still alive. I look at the day and I think ‘please, not this again’. I’m not supposed to be here. And now I can’t face another attempt. Just in case I fail, again.
You know, I don’t think there is. And the reason for that is, when I wrote my story Nuggets, one of early ones, I deliberately hit every sacred cow I could come up with, so I’ve been there, done that, at the outset. If you read it you’ll need a bucket and a priest.
Here at #HorrorWritersChat we really do like to peel back those insecurities and fears and expose them to the light. You can do this.
Which scene do you keep putting off? And why?
You know, I don’t think there is. And the reason for that is, when I wrote my story Nuggets, one of early ones, I deliberately hit every sacred cow I could come up with, so I’ve been there, done that, at the outset. If you read it you’ll need a bucket and a priest.
Small town cannibalism. You’ll be able to hear my story ‘Vinegar and Brown Paper’ in narrated form on the Nocturnal Transmissions podcast very soon. It’s all about biscuits and TV remote controls and the eating of a brain with spoons. You’ll love it.
This question is not about the comfortable places that we go with horror. But the uncomfortable ones. The ones that turn us inside out even as we write them. The ones that make us wonder who we are, at the end. #HorrorWritersChat
Small town cannibalism. You’ll be able to hear my story ‘Vinegar and Brown Paper’ in narrated form on the Nocturnal Transmissions podcast very soon. It’s all about biscuits and TV remote controls and the eating of a brain with spoons. You’ll love it.
Jez in wet and windy Scotland. I write ‘kitchen sink horror’. That’s just how it comes out. I don’t know how to write any other kind of horror. My monsters are entirely human.
You know the drill. Four questions, repost as many as you like, no links: promo at the end.
First I want to know.
What makes you write the kind of horror that you write?
Jez in wet and windy Scotland. I write ‘kitchen sink horror’. That’s just how it comes out. I don’t know how to write any other kind of horror. My monsters are entirely human.