Author Bio
Even as a child, I wasn’t afraid of the things that went bump in the night. I embraced them like you would any kindred spirit. The thought of a world where werewolves roamed and Dracula was king might seem like a silly dream to most, but it was exciting to me. Instead of turning on the light for comfort, I would revel in the darkness, dreaming about what was out there wandering the night and scaring those who didn’t truly appreciate how interesting the supernatural really is.
When my sister worried there was a monster beneath her bed, I would crawl out of mine, eager to meet one. It was always my hope there was something more preternatural than a dust bunny under there. I never quite understood how those movie heroes and mavens could take one look at Christopher Lee’s vampire or Lon Chaney’s various (and brilliant) creepers, then demand it be destroyed. (Yes, those were old by the time I came along, but thankfully I had a mom who adored Chris and a grandmother who thought Lon was THE MAN.) Didn’t anyone understand that these creatures were the same as us? They had feelings and basic needs just like any other living creature. Couldn’t they see that these poor souls were just misunderstood? Wasn’t the vampire looking for love and companionship with blood a la carte? The wolf just needed a good belly rub and a chew toy.
Nowadays, I still love the supernatural and the things that go bump in dark. It’s probably why I became a writer. I can control whether or not the misunderstood creature’s true love can see past the fur or fang. It’s up to me whether or not the vampire gets wood (A stake! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter.) or if a werewolf gets blown away by a silver bullet. Under the power of my almighty pen, they just might become more than the slavering, bloodthirsty monsters of yore. Everything from ghosts, vampires, faerie folk and demons are out there, kiddies. You just have to have a bit of imagination and know where to look.
When my sister worried there was a monster beneath her bed, I would crawl out of mine, eager to meet one. It was always my hope there was something more preternatural than a dust bunny under there. I never quite understood how those movie heroes and mavens could take one look at Christopher Lee’s vampire or Lon Chaney’s various (and brilliant) creepers, then demand it be destroyed. (Yes, those were old by the time I came along, but thankfully I had a mom who adored Chris and a grandmother who thought Lon was THE MAN.) Didn’t anyone understand that these creatures were the same as us? They had feelings and basic needs just like any other living creature. Couldn’t they see that these poor souls were just misunderstood? Wasn’t the vampire looking for love and companionship with blood a la carte? The wolf just needed a good belly rub and a chew toy.
Nowadays, I still love the supernatural and the things that go bump in dark. It’s probably why I became a writer. I can control whether or not the misunderstood creature’s true love can see past the fur or fang. It’s up to me whether or not the vampire gets wood (A stake! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter.) or if a werewolf gets blown away by a silver bullet. Under the power of my almighty pen, they just might become more than the slavering, bloodthirsty monsters of yore. Everything from ghosts, vampires, faerie folk and demons are out there, kiddies. You just have to have a bit of imagination and know where to look.
Michelle Clay 2011