I love Halloween. The changing leaves, the cooler weather, jeans and sweaters. I love huddling in my office on a gray day to write with the cats snuggled in their chair.
I love that it's okay for kids to dress as demons and ghouls and carry bloody knives and get candy. Sure I love a cute little fairy or adorable cowboy. But the kid dressed in black with his face made up like something out of Fangoria always gets two treats from me. I was blessed with parents who didn't balk at a steady diet of Stephen King, Sam Raimi and Universal horror movies.
Maybe the most influential person in the early development of my love of all things paranormal and horror was Dr. Shock. Dr. Shock was really a magician named Joseph Zawislak who hosted a show on Philadelphia's WPHL-TV. (For more info, check out http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/3257/drshockphilly.html). But to me, he was master of ceremonies for a fright-filled Saturday afternoon.
Dr. Shock introduced me to Larry Talbot, Dracula, The Mummy, The Creature from the Black Lagoon and too many other nightmares to name. And I loved them all.
But the emotion and the yearning inherent in these great old films is what I love about writing paranormal romance. In PNR, the so-called monster finds love and gets the girl (or the guy) in the end. They may be hunted and feared by others but their differences, their gifts, have made them strong, powerful and capable of an understanding so-called normal people just don't have.
Dr. Phibes is distraught at the loss of his wife. In most of the Corman-produced films based on Edgar Allen Poe stories, love is what pushes the horror plot. Hell, all the Mummy wants is to be reunited with his lover.
In PNR, we get to give the so-called monsters their happily-ever-after. And after the trouble we've put them through, don't they deserve it?