I promise to update this thing soon.
I want to talk about some of the reasons I left Cornwall.
Also, I promise to have a video up soon and talk about my plans to return to the cabin!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
So it's been awhile.
If you haven't already assumed, I have left Cornwall for the time being due to personal constraints and a few things I wasn't feeling too good about. I have however decided that a month is not long enough and my next stay will be longer. The book is on hold at the moment due to some issues that are more important right now. But of course keep posted, I will be updating more now that some things have been straightened out in my life. I will also begin podcasting soon and joining the Youtube phenomena.
Talk to you soon!
Talk to you soon!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Not trying to freak anybody out.
But I think there was something in my room last night. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything, but you ever wake up and just have that feeling there's something close? Like a sense? I can't explain it. I could feel eyes on me. But it was absolutely terrifying, I didn't even want to get up and turn the lights on. I can hardly concentrate on writing right now. So fucking weird.
Friday, August 22, 2008
So...
I haven't touched down with you guys in a few days. I've been having some crazy dreams about the book that have me writing like crazy. I'm not going to lie they've been kind of scaring me ha ha. I promise to have an excerpt from the book soon.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
CONTACT ME!
Feel free to send me a line by e-mailing me at ballllistic@gmail.com, if you have AIM my screen name is The Divine Horrror, or just drop a comment on a post and I'll get back to you.
These last few days have been so nice. Not hearing on the news about the latest Paris Hilton scandal, not worrying about gas prices, no ringing phones.
Nothing.
Its just me and the forest.
And the computer of course.
And I need to listen to some new music, send me some stuff you like.
These last few days have been so nice. Not hearing on the news about the latest Paris Hilton scandal, not worrying about gas prices, no ringing phones.
Nothing.
Its just me and the forest.
And the computer of course.
And I need to listen to some new music, send me some stuff you like.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
First post in a day
Since I got here a few days ago, I feel myself getting so sucked into the story that I feel like I've become Jack Roth. This cabin was such an amazing find, I'm so happy about it. It is exactly what I pictured in my head. The books going well too. I just got my camera out, I'll be posting some videos soon. Stay tuned.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Good morning
Nothing better than eggs cooked over an open fire.
I drove into town earlier this morning to the general store to pick up food, when I mentioned I was staying up here a few people sort of stopped in their tracks and looked at me.
It's going to take more than some little ghost stories to scare little old me.
Oh, the books going well ha ha ha. In case you were wondering.
I drove into town earlier this morning to the general store to pick up food, when I mentioned I was staying up here a few people sort of stopped in their tracks and looked at me.
It's going to take more than some little ghost stories to scare little old me.
Oh, the books going well ha ha ha. In case you were wondering.
Friday, August 15, 2008
An excerpt from TDH
Jack lay motionless at the sight of horror before him. Shortly off in the distance was the cabin.
"This can't be," Jack thought. "I walked in a straight path away from here. How could I end up back at the exact same spot."
Despite the impossibility of him circling around and ending up where he started, he made his way back to the cabin. Everything in the atmosphere brought him back to his childhood and how he loved the fall season. The smell of the dead leaves and how the cold breeze carried it. The way the sun would shine but still fail to bring life to the Earth. The excitement of Halloween; the one night where you can be whatever you want, cute or serious or scary. Villian or hero. You can be the nerd or the jock. You can cover yourself in blood and on that day, no one would think a thing of it. He thought of the precious time he spent creating his costume, as well as the feeling of accomplishment when it was finished. The pillow case filled with candy. That feeling of invincibility.
He felt as though he had taken it all for granted.
"This can't be," Jack thought. "I walked in a straight path away from here. How could I end up back at the exact same spot."
Despite the impossibility of him circling around and ending up where he started, he made his way back to the cabin. Everything in the atmosphere brought him back to his childhood and how he loved the fall season. The smell of the dead leaves and how the cold breeze carried it. The way the sun would shine but still fail to bring life to the Earth. The excitement of Halloween; the one night where you can be whatever you want, cute or serious or scary. Villian or hero. You can be the nerd or the jock. You can cover yourself in blood and on that day, no one would think a thing of it. He thought of the precious time he spent creating his costume, as well as the feeling of accomplishment when it was finished. The pillow case filled with candy. That feeling of invincibility.
He felt as though he had taken it all for granted.
Good afternoon
There were a lot of weird sounds outside last night. Animals around here I assume. Oh well, back to work! I'll drop you guys an excerpt from the book soon.
12:22 AM
Just a moment ago, I heard something moving around outside. I opened the door and something rushed at me. I slammed the door before it reached me. I don't know what it was. It moved so fast.
I don't think I'm alone out here.
Goodnight.
I don't think I'm alone out here.
Goodnight.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Night has fallen
For those who don't know any background on Cornwall, it is said to be one of the most haunted parts of New England.
The woods of Cornwall hold a long since abandoned community known as "Dudley Town". The citizens of Cornwall will tell you it was a lack of work and useless soil that caused the dismemberment of Dudley Town. However, the legend goes is that a curse was beset over the town; leading to high counts of suicide, the townspeople going completely insane, and a complete termination of a village. Some say there was a high level of mercury that caused the hysteria. Nowadays, the village lays in shambles, houses merely foundations.
There has never been a plausible explanation for what happened in that town.
The woods around me I'm sure hold a lot of secrets. I can feel it in the breeze when I go outside. It's like the forest itself holds a sort of aura.
I'm looking forward to what it may bring hahaha.
The woods of Cornwall hold a long since abandoned community known as "Dudley Town". The citizens of Cornwall will tell you it was a lack of work and useless soil that caused the dismemberment of Dudley Town. However, the legend goes is that a curse was beset over the town; leading to high counts of suicide, the townspeople going completely insane, and a complete termination of a village. Some say there was a high level of mercury that caused the hysteria. Nowadays, the village lays in shambles, houses merely foundations.
There has never been a plausible explanation for what happened in that town.
The woods around me I'm sure hold a lot of secrets. I can feel it in the breeze when I go outside. It's like the forest itself holds a sort of aura.
I'm looking forward to what it may bring hahaha.
Settling in
I've already got a dozen or so pages roughed out. This place is really an inspiration.
The character in my book, Jack Roth, is an ordinary man who moves to a log cabin (much like the one I'm shacked up in) after the death of his wife and daughter. Mental sickness takes over him, and he slowly loses his mind while living in the woods.
I feel that this is the place I see Jack Roth in. It's perfect.
The character in my book, Jack Roth, is an ordinary man who moves to a log cabin (much like the one I'm shacked up in) after the death of his wife and daughter. Mental sickness takes over him, and he slowly loses his mind while living in the woods.
I feel that this is the place I see Jack Roth in. It's perfect.
Why I am here.
My name is Brendon. I am a writer from a small town in Connecticut.
Yesterday I arrived where I currently sit; an old cabin somewhere off of route 187 in Cornwall, Connecticut. I'm connected to the internet from a Wi-Fi card. I'll be charging my laptop from my truck's battery when needed.
I created this blog to document the following month as I keep myself secluded in this cabin to finish my book, The Divine Horror; a story of a man driven to insanity from a life of seclusion from the world.
Welcome.
Yesterday I arrived where I currently sit; an old cabin somewhere off of route 187 in Cornwall, Connecticut. I'm connected to the internet from a Wi-Fi card. I'll be charging my laptop from my truck's battery when needed.
I created this blog to document the following month as I keep myself secluded in this cabin to finish my book, The Divine Horror; a story of a man driven to insanity from a life of seclusion from the world.
Welcome.
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