He was hunched over his keyboard. All too aware of the time. All too aware of how tired he was. Still, he couldn’t stop. He had to finish writing this damn thing. Well, it was worse than that actually. He had to start it first.
Read MoreI suppose that’s why, some Sunday mornings, I reach for another cup of coffee. Just to prolong the unnerving sensation of being out of sync with myself. What can I say? I write horror stories. I thrive on a little alienation, even from myself.
Read MoreFor all my artistic aims, I spend 5 days a week as a data monkey, battling the endless tyranny of spreadsheets and databases. Last Tuesday, amid spreadsheet, a stray thought popped into my head.
Read MoreNow, being a horror writer, I suppose I should have been fine with all of this. After all, there is plenty of scope for sickness in my world. Vampirism is a form of blood disorder. True, it’s often peppered with doomed romantic intentions or teenage angst, but it’s a disorder none the less.
Read MoreA simple, dark backdrop. Two chairs facing each other. In one sits Chris Long. A man who works five days a week, occasionally spends too much on comics and can happily talk about movies for hours. In the other chair is Christopher Long. He's an author.
Read More I saw Live by Night on Thursday. It’s not bad, but it’s not great either. It’s long, I’ll give it that. If you’re looking for value for money, then Live by Night certainly delivers on running time.
On the way home, me and my wife, Sam, worked out that there’s an interesting story buried at the heart of the movie.