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Asher Dee
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I'm Asher Dee. Visionary. Polymath. Auteur. Three-time lawn bowls champion. And Dreamweaver Ascendant. Welcome, horrornaut.
Fashion these days is beginning to enter a renaissance. We are far enough from the millennium to luxuriate in a new, heady, post-ironic haze of double denim.
August 14, 2025 at 5:07 AM
I hate to disagree with the late (eventually) great (currently) Garth Marenghi, but Carl Sagan's ideas of science leading Mankind forward is tragically true.
August 13, 2025 at 5:45 AM
I'm a fan of all the jazz greats. Desmond, Getz, Baker, Pepper, Brubeck, Goodwin, Evans, Sinatra, Buble, G.

You grasp the gist.
August 3, 2025 at 7:02 AM
Self-editing is censorship and I shall have none of it.
August 3, 2025 at 6:43 AM
I have too visual an imagination to use images as inspiration. I draw deeply from the tortured depths of my own mind. Reality holds no horrors equal to a swarm of bees with teeth, or a sludge of melted teeth, or a disgruntled fairy who has plucked her last tooth.
August 1, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Never make your morally grey characters mentally ill; that's an absolving feature.
July 31, 2025 at 3:27 AM
Writing is a battleground. A warfield where valiant warriors spill their blood (metaphorically) on the ground (also a metaphor) for the rich and powerful (only half a metaphor, heh heh).
July 30, 2025 at 5:37 AM
The first betrayal we all face is that perpetrated by our parents; id est: santa claus. It is for this reason I tap into that most fundamental of traumas in my literature, such as in Bone Gift V: Claus Out and Holiday Bash(ed heads).
July 24, 2025 at 2:31 PM
There is no greater sin than the irritable bowel.
July 23, 2025 at 3:25 AM
One of my favourite genres of music is Terra Firma, what the uninitiated refer to as "hard rock"
July 22, 2025 at 2:18 AM
I buy every single one of my books from myself before I sell them. This eliminates any "profit" I may make, thus washing my hands clean of the capitalist rat race, while also ensuring the money I make stays with me rather than going to some politician's overflowing pocket.
July 22, 2025 at 1:51 AM
I engage in capitalism only when I must (groceries, book sales, stock portfolio [solar power, bp, lockheed martin])
July 20, 2025 at 3:28 AM
Many readers will tell you size doesn't matter, and many editors will tell you it does. They're both wrong. Size is an inevitability when exploring ideas of the magnitude I put to the page.
July 19, 2025 at 1:23 AM
Manic pixie dream girls are very real. And Very Dangerous. Mania is a serious condition that can affect even the most voluptuous of women. One moment you think you're revealing the wonders of an internal combustion engine, the next your ear is getting gnawed off. Stay frosty, friends.
July 15, 2025 at 11:17 PM
Advice for fantasy writers: if you've committed to your races being mammalian, ensure you worldbuild the full spectrum of milks. Make some pink. Others chewy. The world is your lactating oyster.
July 15, 2025 at 7:08 AM
The trick to finding a diamond in the rough is embracing all the coal. Because the thing about coal is it becomes diamonds. If you're willing to apply enough pressure.

Type firmly, horronauts.
July 13, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Some say horror should be unerotic. But I aim to pull things out of a reader they never even knew were there. Sex, and by extension smut, is the greatest channel to achieve that by. It is imperative to my art that such scenes remain unmolested (heh heh heh)
July 12, 2025 at 8:15 AM
Writers these days lament having to promote their own work, to cut down their precious manuscripts to a single post (or remarkably humerous skit, given the subject matter)

Hypocrisy.
July 11, 2025 at 1:02 PM
There is a chaos in all our souls. One society tries to suppress, that the world claims is wrong. There are a chosen few who can harness it, not simply go against the grain but carve a new one in their image. Let the chaos be part of your essence. Find YOUR Cancer Wars.
July 10, 2025 at 11:16 AM
Writing of my calibre cannot simply be willed into being. I must submerge myself in the weighty chest of inspiration, and when she strikes me for it, flee joyously to my typewriter.
July 9, 2025 at 1:18 AM
There is no pain greater than writer's block; its cure is almost as painful, though. Submitting oneself, body and sole, to any muse who makes herself available. Thus is the trial of the artist.
July 7, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Everyone is their own harshest critic, which is how I know that review was made by a tasteless, lying shite. Who's probably balding. All over.
July 7, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Tattoos should mean something. Each of mine is but a strand in the tapestry of my being, as vital as my flesh and blood. As such, I demand my publisher cover the cost along with medical, dental, and veterinary procedures.
July 6, 2025 at 7:20 AM
Some have called me a cinephile, but that is a statement containing only the fringe of truth. My attraction is to the VCR itself, rather than what is contained within.
July 5, 2025 at 6:08 PM
It's a tough gig, writing. There are so many people out there, so many experiences trapped within them. And if they just knew how to articulate them, they'd be so much better off. Thank Christ there are people like me putting them into words, or there'd be easily three times as many wars.
July 5, 2025 at 3:24 PM