Reality is dangerous. We all know this. Every single day the news is filled with the stories of celebrities dying, a suicide bombing taking out a marketplace, a child being brutally murdered. It’s sickening, and yet there we are, tuned in every night to see what’s next, to see who’s next, grateful each and every time it isn’t us. It’s kind of morbid, and it’s certainly selfish, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of; it’s what makes us human.
This same gratefulness is what draws people to horror. We understand there are horrible things out there waiting to happen to people, and while we certainly don’t want it to happen to us, we can’t help but want to see it. Rubberneckers stall the highways trying to catch a glimpse of an accident; people stare in awe at the ruin of Japan; they count the number of dead soldiers we lose each day. They do all this because it makes their lives seem more interesting, more exciting. They’re still alive.
People want to be scared, but they don’t want the consequences that come with being scared in the real world. They want to read about the serial killer’s body count, just as long as they’re not one of the numbers. They want to see the Nascar wrecks, just as long as they’re not in the stands when a burning piece of steel slams into it. Horror is all about the thrill, but with none of the brutal after effects that leave a person dead.
That’s the beauty of it. People get to feel the adrenaline pumping, get to feel that sense of dread, of uncertainty, the feeling of terror that prickles their skin, and then they get to go on with their lives as though nothing happened. That’s because it didn’t.
As a horror/dark fantasy author, that’s the idea in my head when I work on a piece. I want to bring that sense of foreboding, the cringe of disgust, the thrill of almost dying to my reader, all within the safety of paper and ink. It’s my job to bring the horror without consequences, to allow the reader to creep to the dark edge of a brutal reality, all from the secure confines of their comfortable home.
Much like a terrorist wants to control your actions through fear, I want to get inside your head and explode an idea that makes you flinch at every sound, question every shadow. My stories are an act of terror, perpetrated upon the innocent whose only crime is curiosity.
The best part is: you get to walk away to be scared another day.
Raised on a diet of Heavy Metal and bad intentions, Tim Marquitz has always been interested in writing, but it wasn't until about 1995 the urge became a compulsion. However, it would be many years later before the ability matched the interest. Fortunately, the two have reconciled...mostly.
Writing a mix of the dark perverse, the horrific, and the tragic, tinged with sarcasm and biting humor, he looks to leave a gaping wound in the minds of his readers like his inspirations: Clive Barker, Jim Butcher, and Stephen King.
A former grave digger, bouncer, and dedicated metalhead, Tim is a huge fan of Mixed Martial Arts, and fighting in general. Involved in the Live Action Role Playing organization, Amtgard, since he was fifteen, he derives great pleasure from bashing people into submission.
He lives in Texas with his beautiful wife and daughter, a neurotic dog and
their finger-crippling cat.
Links to all of his books on sale at Amazon are available on Tim's home page. The eBook versions can be picked up from Damnation Books.