On Horror Writing

I wrote Horror Business between the ages of 22-23 during a time when I was obsessed with B-movie horror and reading a lot of horror theory. At the time, I think I wanted it to come off as my own critique of horror and male adolescence. Really pretentious stuff.

I self-published through Lulu, sold enough copies to pay my Brooklyn rent for a couple months (thank you family and friends!). It’s gone through a couple revisions, gotten a shout-out by Jim Ruland, but I think it’s pretty much gone as far as a self-published piece can go.

“Bradford’s debut is both a spirited homage to horror and a cautionary tale about the perils of loving scary movies too much.” – Jim Ruland

There is some admittedly embarrassing writing (plot-devices), but there’s also some really sharp scenes that I can go back and read without closing my eyes. It wasn’t until I started researching places to submit that I realized how hard it is to sell horror without relegating it to genre-fiction. I think that Horror Business is a little more introspective (timid?) than  bloodlusty/Fangoria-esque writing that marks genre horror, but maybe not as lyrical as some of the horrific indie-lit that comes to mind (done really well by Blake Butler and Nick Antosca).