by Carter Wilson | Jun 1, 2020 | Personal stuff, Quarantine, Uncategorized, What's Entertaining Me, What's in my backyard, Writing
Hello, folks. How are you? You getting through these very strange days with ease or with struggle? Likely both, I imagine. Have you been connecting more, reaching out to those you haven’t talked to in awhile, just to ask them the simple question you okay? Me...
by Carter Wilson | May 1, 2020 | Personal stuff, What's Entertaining Me, What's in my backyard, Writing
You’ve heard me go on and on about my favorite band James, whose lyrics I’ve used in my last two books and, hopefully, the next one as well. Their latest album, Living in Extraordinary Times, was released a year and a half ago, and is essentially a protest...
by Carter Wilson | Apr 1, 2020 | Uncategorized, What's Entertaining Me, What's in my backyard, Writing
Jessica and I just got back from our annual ghost-hunting excursion at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. For those of you unfamiliar with this tradition, for the past six years I’ve gone to the famously haunted hotel to do some writing and search for ghosts,...
by Carter Wilson | Mar 1, 2020 | Personal stuff, Uncategorized, What's Entertaining Me, What's in my backyard, Writing
I pay attention when another author’s book captivates my attention. I’ll analyze the detail, pace, prose, and voice, and try to figure out what exactly it was that grabbed me. (Sometimes the opposite is true: I’ll read a terrible book and obsess...
by Carter Wilson | Oct 1, 2019 | Personal stuff, What's Entertaining Me, What's in my backyard, Writing
My readers know what I write: dark psychological suspense, sometimes tinged with horror. The space of fiction in which I exist is a cold, barely lit world where paranoia rules and people quite occasionally die—a place where trust is a rare commodity, hope is even more...
by Carter Wilson | Sep 1, 2019 | Book news, Dead Girl in 2A, Holidays, Personal stuff, What's Entertaining Me, What's in my backyard, Writing
Mid-July is when the Halloween nightmares start. The recurring dream is that it’s 6 P.M. on Halloween night, kids are walking toward my house, and I totally forgot to decorate. I haven’t put out one goddamn thing. My body is frozen in place, so I...
