Reading Now – Bird Box


Now a Netflix film starring Sandra Bullock, Sarah Paulson, Rosa Salazar and John Malkovich!

Written with the narrative tension of The Road and the exquisite terror of classic Stephen King, Bird Box is a propulsive, edge-of-your-seat horror thriller, set in an apocalyptic near-future world—a masterpiece of suspense from the brilliantly imaginative Josh Malerman.

Something is out there . . .

Something terrifying that must not be seen. One glimpse and a person is driven to deadly violence. No one knows what it is or where it came from.

Five years after it began, a handful of scattered survivors remain, including Malorie and her two young children. Living in an abandoned house near the river, she has dreamed of fleeing to a place where they might be safe. Now, that the boy and girl are four, it is time to go. But the journey ahead will be terrifying: twenty miles downriver in a rowboat—blindfolded—with nothing to rely on but her wits and the children’s trained ears. One wrong choice and they will die. And something is following them. But is it man, animal, or monster?

Engulfed in darkness, surrounded by sounds both familiar and frightening, Malorie embarks on a harrowing odyssey—a trip that takes her into an unseen world and back into the past, to the companions who once saved her. Under the guidance of the stalwart Tom, a motely group of strangers banded together against the unseen terror, creating order from the chaos. But when supplies ran low, they were forced to venture outside—and confront the ultimate question: in a world gone mad, who can really be trusted?

Interweaving past and present, Josh Malerman’s breathtaking debut is a horrific and gripping snapshot of a world unraveled that will have you racing to the final page.

❤ T. A. Nelson

I’m a writer who’s working on books and is in the query trenches. Follow me on here as well as on Twitter @WriterInHorror 


Why Stephen King’s The Tommyknockers Wasn’t his Worst Book

A lot of people including Stephen King himself believe The Tommyknockers was one of his worst books ever written but was it really?

First, take a look at what The Tommyknockers is about:


Late Last Night and the Night Before …
… Tommyknockers, tommyknockers, knocking at the door.

Something was happening in Bobbi Anderson’s idyllic small town of Haven, Maine. Something that gave every man, woman, and child in town powers far beyond ordinary mortals. Something that turned the town into a death trap for all outsiders. Something that came from a metal object, buried for millennia, that Bobbi accidentally stumbled across. 

It wasn’t that Bobbi and the other good folks of Haven had sold their souls to reap the rewards of the most deadly evil this side of hell. It was more like a diabolical takeover…an invasion of body and soul–and mind….

Hmm, it seems more science fiction than horror I’d say and which is to believe why many of his fans so used to his horror fiction might be the reason why they didn’t like it. But for me, I am a fan of science fiction, so that might’ve given me a more likeness to it. I really enjoyed the alien aspect and how the entire town was starting to change and become into the alien themselves that were dead inside the crashed UFO hidden in the ground for so many years. I even wish we could have seen more of these extraterrestrial beings and about the planet they were from, but I think Stephen King wanted the story to tell more about how the town was slowly becoming.

Another reason why many fans didn’t like it as much because of the length. The Tommyknockers is over a 800 page novel. This book is one of his more lengthy ones. However, I always seem to enjoy reading his higher word count novels because I just love Stephen King’s writing and I can read on forever.

Being too descriptive was also one of the reasons I’ve read people found The Tommyknockers to be one of his less fond novels. Stephen King is known to be a descriptive writer, so I didn’t really get what was such the fuss about his descriptiveness in this. I love how descriptive he can get; it makes the story and characters feel more real to me. Like as soon as I was done reading The Tommyknockers, every single character he had written in it, I was tricked into believing they were real and not fictional at all.

In the end, in my opinion, I think The Tommyknockers was one of my favorite novels of his, and I enjoyed reading every second of it. I would rank it as number 3, being IT as number 1 and The Shining as number 2. So, what do you guys think? Do you believe The Tommyknockers was one of Stephen King’s worst novels?

❤ T. A. Nelson

I’m a writer who’s working on books and is in the query trenches. Make sure you’re following me on here as well as on Twitter @WriterInHorror

Reading Now – Ghost House


From the New York Times bestselling author of the Halo trilogy comes a beautiful and powerful new novel. 

Alex is more real than anyone I’ve ever known. And him being dead…really doesn’t change a thing. 

After the loss of her mother, Chloe Kennedy again starts seeing the ghosts that haunted her as a child. Spending time at her grandmother’s country estate in England is Chloe’s chance to get away from her grief and the spirits that trouble her. Until she meets a mysterious stranger…

Alexander Reade is 157 years dead, with secrets darker than the lake surrounding Grange Hall and a lifelike presence that draws Chloe more strongly than any ghost before. But the bond between them awakens the vengeful spirit of Alexander’s past love, Isobel. And she will stop at nothing to destroy anyone who threatens to take him from her.

To stop Isobel, Chloe must push her developing abilities to their most dangerous limits, even if it means losing Alex forever…and giving the hungry dead a chance to claim her for their own.

❤ T. A. Nelson

I’m a writer who’s working on books and is in the query trenches. Follow me on here as well as on twitter @WriterInHorror

Update on my Writing Journey

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How are you all doing?! Hope your February has been doing alright. Anyway, I haven’t posted a blog post about my writing lately, so here it is!


I posted a query post way back in June about my start at the querying trenches and sadly, eight months later, not much luck has come from it. However, I’ve participated in a few twitter pitches throughout 2018 and I’ve gotten some luck there with a few agents liking them, yet I still haven’t found my match for representation. What I’ve learned in this very long eight month period, is that querying is overly exhausting, and it makes you feel like giving up, but finding your match will not happen over night. I am still going at it with about thirty rejections. The querying won’t stop until I know I’ve reached my limit and I know it is the end. And if that happens, I’m just going to have to move on and query later with another one of my projects. I WILL FIND MY MATCH and I know it’s out there!

Now apart from querying I have been working on another novel. And in fact, the very first draft has finished, and the six-week waiting period to start revisions is over and it’s revision time for the second draft. I’ve been revising and two chapters are edited and I’m on to the third! What is it about? Well, it is a horror novel because that’s the genre I write in. It is an adult coming of age, and I am really excited about it. And of course, there is a cosmic/sci-fi theme as well; I didn’t forget about that! Oooh, I just have a really good feeling about this one!

During that six-week waiting period I didn’t give up writing completely, I was working on something that might become a project some time down in the road. I wrote about 10k words of it during then, which I was surprised I had written that much. It is another horror novel with those cosmic/sci-fi sub-genres as well, but I was trying it as young adult. Right now, the project has ceased, yet I will come back to it in the future.

Well, that’s what’s been up lately with my writing! I hope you’ve enjoyed this post and I hope you give me a follow!

See you later!

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❤ T. A. Nelson

I’m a writer who’s working on books and is in the query trenches. Follow me on here as well as on twitter @WriterInHorror 




Reading Now – The Tommyknockers


“Stephen King never stops giving us his all” (Chicago Tribune) in this #1 national bestseller about the idyllic small town of Haven, Maine, and its encounter with a deadly evil out for a diabolical invasion of body, soul—and mind.

Something was happening in Bobbi Anderson’s idyllic small town of Haven, Maine. Something that gave every man, woman, and child in Haven powers far beyond those of ordinary mortals. Something that turned the town into a deathtrap for all outsiders. Something that is buried in the woods behind Bobbi’s house. With the help of her friend, Jim Gardener, they uncover an alien spaceship. And as they learn more about this strange discovery, the citizens of Haven begin to change: The townspeople are being welded into one organic, homicidal, and fearsomely brilliant entity in thrall to the Tommyknockers, who piloted the alien ship.

In Tommyknockers, “Stephen King at his best” (San Francisco Chronicle), King has given us a “brilliant, riveting, marvelous” (The Boston Globe) novel. “You will not be able to put this down” (Los Angeles Times Book Review). And the next time someone raps at your door, you may want to keep the chain on. It just might be the Tommyknocker Man.

❤ T. A. Nelson

I am a writer who’s working on books and is seeking representation. Follow me on here to see what I am reading next and follow me on twitter as well @WriterInHorror 

Reading Now – I Am Legend


Robert Neville may well be the last living man on Earth . . . but he is not alone.

An incurable plague has mutated every other man, woman, and child into bloodthirsty, nocturnal creatures who are determined to destroy him.

By day, he is a hunter, stalking the infected monstrosities through the abandoned ruins of civilization. By night, he barricades himself in his home and prays for dawn….

Taste of my Writing

I’ve had this blog for a little over six months now and I haven’t shared any samples of my writing, so I thought why not now! So, below here is my prologue to my finished horror novel called, THE THING IN THE WIND. Hope you enjoy reading it!







The morning of the first day of school is not only nerve-racking for a child but a parent’s job to answer their child’s endless bombard of questions.  

“Why do I have to go?” she whined, “Why aren’t you guys allowed to come in with me? Will there be any toys for me to play with? . . .  Mommy and daddy, are you sure you’re going to pick me back up?” Five-year-old Rosaleen Gibbons had asked her parents all these questions walking through the halls of McTibbly Elementary school in-between her father and mother as they all held hands on September 9th, 1996. “What if,” Rosaleen’s questioned more, tugging on her parents’ hands as her feet dragged along the school’s shiny, white floors, “my teacher isn’t ni-” Rosaleen shut up and stopped as soon she spotted the kindergarten classroom ahead, full of kids cluttered all around it with their parents.  

As they all ceased, they dropped hands, and Rosaleen’s father stepped in front of her and got down on one knee. Grabbing her hands, holding them close together as they now all stood together by the door of the classroom, he assured Rosaleen, “You’ll be fine, princess. I promise. You’re going to have a great first day.” 

Rosaleen was silent for a split second before she nodded, feeling tears beginning to brim in her eyes and bit down into her bottom lip.  

“I love you,” he whispered. He kissed her on the cheek. She smelled his cologne floating off his skin, woody and fresh. And as she was swallowing tears, her eyes now wet, he got up off his knees, and Rosaleen’s mother said goodbye next. She kissed Rosaleen on the cheek and told her she had loved her. And while Rosaleen was starting to choke on her mother’s strong perform, feeling her mother’s smooth hair against her face as her vision clouded by tears, the bell suddenly rang, and Rosaleen flinched at the loud, harsh sound. 

“It’s okay, Rose. It’s just the bell,” her father comforted.  

“Yes, it’s alright.” Her mother’s brown eyes popped. “It means class had begun.” She smiled bright, and her pink lips glossed like little sparkles under the school’s fluorescent lights.  

It was time, and little Rosaleen was beyond nervous. Butterflies were fluttering and shouting in her belly. Her throat hurt. She now watched as kids raced toward the classroom door. It sounded like a herd of baby elephants hurtling around in the wild. Parents were shouting goodbye to their children. And as Rosaleen glanced to her mommy and daddy one last time, a tear finally slipped out of her lid and ran down her cheek. Her parents waved goodbye, and as Rosaleen waved back, her hand shaking, she noticed their eyes suddenly looked like four pieces of glass.  

As she stepped through the doorway, to young Rosaleen, the classroom had seemed humongous. Rectangular wooden desks and red, tiny chairs sat before a long, blank green chalkboard. The teacher’s desk sat in the very back of the room. On the other side of the room, was filled with so many different types of toys: blocks, board games, stuffed animals, coloring books, dolls, and trucks. Rosaleen’s eyes widened with excitement as she stared, she hadn’t noticed her tears went away. Oh boy, she couldn’t wait to get into those. Pictures and posters about learning were all decorated around the walls. It all looked to be inviting and immediately drew Rosaleen in, fading the thoughts of saying goodbye to her parents. 

There were assigned seats, and Rosaleen was assigned to a desk with one other student. Shae McCoy. Rosaleen wasn’t too thrilled as soon as she found out. What do I say? Would this girl like me? Immediately, Rosaleen’s eyes fell to Shae’s, and she could see how big and bulging they seemed to be. Across those eyes were a pair of glasses. Her hair was a natural dark blonde and in braids. She was dressed in jean overalls. They stared at each other for a brief awkward moment and then at the same time, they both looked away and sat down in their chairs.  

Throughout the morning, Rosaleen and Shae had not spoken to each other. They sat completely quiet (not a peep out of their mouths) while they listened to their new teacher. Other students were speaking and shouting out things, but Mrs. Robinson had put her finger up to her mouth and shushed them. When lunchtime hit, the class went down to the cafeteria to eat. Rosaleen didn’t like it there. It was much too loud for her taste and was filled with a whole bunch of other kids, even older ones. Rosaleen sat at the very end of a long, white table, in-between boys who kept throwing pieces of their lunches at each other. She was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich her mother had made her this morning, tasting anxious tears on her tongue. Oh, how much longer did they have to stay in here? She didn’t know how much more she could take in this noisy cafeteria which smelled of cheese and meat.  

Mrs. Robinson announced it would be coloring time after lunch. “I’ll give each desk a box of crayons, so you can all practice sharing,” she explained. 

Once they had their box, Rosaleen took half the crayons, and Shae took the other half. They began to color, still not saying a word to each other. The entire class was utterly quiet for the first time today. The only sound heard was the sound crayons make as they rub against papers. And yet, who could’ve known coloring was the key to keeping a class of twenty-four kids in line. Rosaleen finished the sky with no problem, and she was now on to the trees. She grabbed the green and began. Her lips curled slightly; she was enjoying this assignment. Now, this comforted her, and at these moments, coloring, hearing the class in utter silence, it almost felt close to home. She had loved to color. A creative child she was. Mrs. Gibbons was always filling the walls at home with pictures Rosaleen drew and colored. Anybody who came in the Gibbons’ home had always joked about it being like a kid’s art museum. Just about finished, Rosaleen was ready to grab the yellow crayon for the sun until she suddenly noticed in her pile of crayons, she didn’t have it. Shae had it.  

Quickly, nerves stirred around and around in her belly. She didn’t want to ask Shae for hers. She was going to keep the sun black and white up till Mrs. Robinson then shouted, “Class, you have a few minutes left, and then we’re going to have sharing time!” 

Oh no, share? Rosaleen had to finish it now. She didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of her new classmates with an unfinished picture. She fiddled in her chair, feeling her heart racing, her head aching from her mommy pulling her pigtails in too tightly this morning and glanced over at Shae, who was finishing up the trees, her picture near finished. Rosaleen breaths were sharp. Her tiny palms were sweating. What was she going to do? Time was ticking on the electric clock on the upper wall above the doorway. She had to do something. Inhaling deeply, hearing her heart booming in her little chest, she spurted out to Shae in a whisper, “C-Can I have the yellow?” 

Flinching, Shae dropped the blue crayon she had been using and it fell out of her hands, rolling to end of the table. With her eyes startled big and blue, she looked at Rosaleen for a long moment, quiet and still and then with her little hand shaking, she shyly handed Rosaleen the yellow crayon.  

“Thank you,” Rosaleen whispered. Taking it from Shae’s hand, Rosaleen smiled as Shae darted her eyes, returning a smile, crooked and unnatural, and in those seconds going by a friendship began, a friendship lasting up ‘til adolescents crept its way in, stealing it from right under their feet, only to have them be reunited ten years to come as assigned college roommates. 

❤ T. A. Nelson

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