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I’m about to embark on two of the toughest pieces I’ve ever written, simultaneously.

As the title of the last volume promised, the story from here on out is breaching new territory. For some, six is where they should jump off this train and leave it at that. If they’re looking for a safe, comfortable slice of horror fantasy nonsense, “The End of Everything” should really be where their reading ends.

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Our own worst enemy.

Paranormal Activity is, as Honest Movie Trailers puts it, a movie featuring a hell of a lot of nothing. The entire movie contains fewer special effects than most chewing gum commercials these days. Yet it beat Saw VI into the ground, and effectively ended the (*mutter* sanctimonious torture-porn) series. People who are jaded with spilled guts and blood were fleeing the theater in terror, and seasoned movie veterans couldn’t watch it at night.

Why does a movie which is essentially a whole lot of nothing inspire so much terror? Because what we see is never as terrifying as what we imagine.

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Dr. Longpost: Or, How I Learned To Stop Fantasizing And Love The Editor

Has publishing really changed so much since the last time I got a byline or a credit?

Given the brittle, fragile egoes I’ve met of late… I think it must have.

I’m not going to tell you how long ago that was. For one thing, I literally don’t know. The memories surrounding my last professionally or semi-professionally published article are part of of a fractured mist surrounding the injury I was certain had put me out of the game.

I would have been right, if it hadn’t been for that meddling middle-aged woman. If it hadn’t been for my first editor, none of this site would exist. I’m not sure I would exist, either. Hyperbole? Not really. Meander with me a moment and decide for yourself.

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Learning to Let Go

Hope runs out. Someone dies. Someone else finally realizes how much they love them. They hold the dead loved one. They cry. They beg. All is lost, but then, a miracle. The lost loved one stirs. They wake, and all is OK.

Please stop with this trope. Seriously.

Perhaps you’re expecting me to tell you it’s tired, retread, or done to death. Honestly? If it were just a tired trope, I would be fine with it. There are plenty of retread things that are staples of family entertainment. Not every plot has to be brilliantly original to be worth watching. That’s not the problem here. The problem is the message it sends, the lesson it teaches children from such a painfully early age.

“If you lose someone, it’s because you didn’t love them enough.”

As entertainers, artists, people who might end up speaking to forming minds, or even formed and trusting ones, we should be mindful of the message we’re sending. We don’t just portray the world when we create, we interpret it, and that can become part of the perception our readers have towards their worlds. We’re not solely responsible for their worldviews, but we can do a lot of damage by reinforcing messages we know aren’t true. As you’ll find out eventually, there are a few of these messages I have a real problem with, but this one is amongst the worst. In books, comics, TV and movies we send the message over and over, if you try hard enough, if you love hard enough, if you beg hard enough, if you cry hard enough, people won’t really die.

That’s cruel.

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