#lya talks

Why horror?

Good question? Why horror of all things?

Why not romance or fluff? Why not some light hearted subjects? Short answer. I could never fit an entire book of content on that, not me. Romance, maybe, but it would still be angsty on even the best day of writing. To this day I wish I could write a romance novel, but somewhere down the line I fall short.

Some people are cut out for certain things, I am not.

Ever since I was little I was never scared of the dark. Mom would be creeped out by me going about the house with no lights on. My brother was scared of the dark though.

One of my parent's favorite stories about their weird daughter was that they let me watch TV so they could cook. All of the sudden I started crying and they rushed in thinking I was scared because it was a horror movie. I was crying because the little monster died. Their words, not mine.

The trope of the dark will get you if you misbehave or some other stuff did not phase me, no Boogie man for me, no monsters under the bed, I used to make believe they would crawl out and dance with me or something along those lines. But I was scared if they threatened me with the neighbors coming to get me. Because people scared me more.

They were worse than anything.

Silence and the night was calming for me. Three o'clock filled me with inspiration.

But not even that explains it truly.

I was made to read from a very small age stories with death, heavy subjects for I had a person trying to create something of me. I didn't understand it then, probably never did fully to this day, but it shaped certain ideas in my head.

And it clicked.

Horror doesn't necessarily mean ghosts and the dead coming back. It's atmosphere, it's using feelings against one person, it's imagination to the fullest extent and reaching into emotions people tend to bury.

Yes, I understand why most prefer fluff and easier topics. Why subject yourself to something like horror or even better phycological horror? I don't have an answer apart from: try it sometime.

Try finding out something about yourself that is new and raw. We all come out different then and that's where inspiration finds me.

Will you join me?

I did it.

I finished the first draft for "I am not dead",

I am going to hate editing.

But until them, I am going to stare at it.

Because I did it.

While May is only two days in, on a secluded Discord group, a bunch of us are writing circa 200 words a day to keep the creative juices going.

13 mini horror stories was a work in progress for some time for me and I said, hey, let's use this month to polish it up and finally publish it.

Bad fucking idea.

It now has 25 chapters and a different name.

Meet "The story collector" - story to come out hopefully at the beginning of summer.

6 more chapters to draft.

6 more chapters.

6 more.

6.

Tomorrow I decided to make the business trip by train. Instead of almost two hours in a car, I will be spending almost four on the road, all alone with the paperback copy of circus 🎪 . Edits are a must. Characters will be more in depth, atmosphere darker, chapters longer.

Upon returning, I will be sitting down with my IAND cast and chatting them up, going over the first chapters once more because Twilight decided he wants to try his best. Nemesis needs a break before the heartbreak and Anonymous is happy to try and bring calm to the storm that is his team. Rose will bake cookies for her boys that she sees as her children, Lana is investigating and ignoring the testosterone and Hex is locked up in a room with her daughter, fearing the ghosts.

Original work was always daunting for me until recently

Not sharing said work is difficult but I tend to keep myself motivated

I changed the blog name from WhatdidValerydo to Lya Tudor and I thank the wine club for this as there is a lot of meaning behind this name

I will refurbish Carnage Circus as original as it doesn't have the HP lore at all and the world was created by me

I have drafted an entire horror mistery story

I am working on a 13 mini horror story series inspired by the most dark aspects of my mind and things that marked me. 5 stories are already written

I am going to work on the sides on a Fuck story, humor style. Enjoy this information

Example number 1: sitting in the dead of the night, fog all around you, from within it screams of horror are heard. In your line of sight lights are barely visible in the distance as you sit down on an inflatable bouncy castle that is slowly deflating all while clowns covered in a very questionable red substance are running after terrified people. Turning to the director you smile and say "I really missed the circus."

I guess Carnage Circus is calling me back.

Example number 2: Getting ready for a race in a city that is slowly engulfed by water. You have already laid out the plan with your team mates and you are really ready and eager to win. As you go towards the meeting area, you need to make your way through some rubble and jump down from a dilapidated building. Fearful, you weigh your best options before you feel a hand around your waist. Turning around, none other than Death himself smiles at you "Allow me, I wouldn't want to see you getting hurt,or worse." Helping you down without an issue, you notice everyone looking at you and they don't like what they see.