The first horror movies I fell in love with were slashers.
I don’t get many genuine scares from a slasher film (although the first time I watched Halloween, it legit scared the shit out of me), so I never went to them for that. The really lazy ones can be campy fun, but the ones that rise to that level of awfulness are rare. Most slashers are blazingly mediocre, the ones people point to when they talk about how shitty horror can be as a film genre, but I still enjoy those, too.
I love slashers because their stories are reliable: a band of innocents wander into the dangerous dark and encounter the Big Bad, and the Big Bad knocks them off (hopefully creatively) one by one, until there’s only one. Our final girl. And she’s got to pull her shit together, use whatever she’s got left now that all of her friends are dead, and stop the Big Bad. Temporarily. Until the next sequel.
Yesterday, I got my first “Hey! We wanna publish your short story!” email.
First moment response: “FUCK YEAH! This is awesome! Feels pretty good. Validating. I must be a pretty good writer!”
Second moment response: “But it’s probably not a big deal, really. I don’t think a lot of people know this magazine. And getting published in one publication isn’t going to really matter in the long run. It’s really nothing. I should probably just shut up about it and pretend it didn’t happen.”
I’m not unfamiliar with this interior dialogue. I’ve had it from the first moment I got produced as a playwright. Every reading I ever scored. Every production that went up. Every award I won. Every conference I got accepted to.
Every. Single. Time.
I spent so much of my playwriting life apologizing for my success, downplaying the moments when my work mattered to other people. It was unfair to me. It was unfair to the people who were supporting my work. And it was buying into a very dangerous and limited idea of what success really is.
Success is your work connecting with other people. That’s it. The whole shebang.
If you’re brave enough to share your work, and someone experiences it and connects to it, you’ve succeeded. If it’s an international bestseller, a story published in a small indie digital magazine, or just a Google Docs file you share with a friend, if someone finds something of value in it, you’ve succeeded.
I’ve been thinking about HEREDITARY all weekend.
I really admire its ambition. It’s bonkers and it’s over the top and it sort of throws everything at the screen. Some of it succeeds brilliantly. Some of it doesn’t.
I like that.
It takes confidence to allow failure to be a part of your storytelling. To commit to the thing that just night not work is ballsy. To commit to the thing that’s gonna sharply divide audiences is ballsy. To let that potential for failure be a part of the mechanism of your story is a kind of narrative swagger I can dig.
She slammed into the train car at 4:58.
He knew, because he was on his phone, texting Claire that he’d made it on the 4:59 train from New Haven and would be in New York by 6:40. Claire wouldn’t answer. She would still be asleep. But she’d wake up and wonder, so he’d save her the worry.
Safe. On the train. Love you.
He hit send, and there was a clink!, metal against metal, echoing loudly in the car that was, until her, mercifully empty. He looked up. The clink! was due to the keys dangling off the ring she’d slid down her left hand;s index finger. This was the hand that was clutching the metal pole near the doors to the train car. The rest of her — of which there wasn’t much, she was uncomfortably thin, chest pulsing with uneven shallow breaths, faded pink hair plastered to her temples with sweat — leaned against the first row of seats in the car.
Their eyes met.
Bearded Fruit is the queer politics and culture podcast I create with my husband, Neil.
We were on an extended hiatus, but have returned to the mic. Hopefully, we will be delivering monthly episodes.
Here’s our return episode: “Pride.”
Had the great pleasure to chat with the folks over at the Hybrid Author Podcast about community and collaboration.
Give it a listen and hear all the stuff I’m up to, with my favorite collaborator, Alex Giannini.
Give the show a listen here.