Merry Christmas assholes. I love you all.

“The Reaper, a junk food loving, poetry reading, cigarette-addicted entity, has no time to waste as he searches for a suitable successor who would become Death for the next millennium.” Newer book than I usual for the book covers but felt a bit festive. 💀🎄

Here’s your morning mood, courtesy of Kristin Kwan.

The #1 movie from when you were 10 years old is how your 2026 is going to go. Well I guess I'm cooked, as the kids say.

On that note--it might not be a bad idea to call your elected officials and demand that the USPS be properly funded. The current administration's haphazard cuts and poor treatment of federal workers has had an impact, which is becoming more evident every day.

THE MOOR: Decades after a child killer is finally caught, those left behind continue to search for the victims' bodies in a foreboding giant moor. UK folk horror doesn't pull punches and this moody slowburn (that eventually escalates to panic) is no exception. Grade = B+. (Tubi)

Been absent a bit, the holidays and some other issues. But I'm back and stuck at the office. Somebody save me from this corporate hell!

I’m always saying the same shit and I mean it every time. In the age of soulless AI slop, nothing matters more than your voice, so write/create whatever makes you happy. Make it weird. Make it dark. Make it queer. Make it surreal, diverse, sexy. Make it political as fuck. Do YOU.

Some pics of our little horror tree

Remembering one of the HORROR legends on his birthday, the great, late TONY TODD. We miss you, Tony. 🖤

I hope someone draws this wonderful story about Tom Stoppard's Arcadia and the power of the arts to help us see things differently, to the attention of our Education Secretary. Do read it, it will lift your spirits.

Happy "get together with family and pretend not to hate each other for once, dammit day"

your whole office might want to vote. whole fleet. family. squad. class reunions love to be pulled into this kind stuff. small town? big enough to vote. big city? they're just a series of connected small towns. mailing list? discussion board? everyone at the mailbox? people on your plane?

Self promo is my bane; it makes me feel like an immense tit when I post stuff about my writing (thanks to upbringing - never blow your own horn), but it is increasingly apparent that all it means is that I'm utterly invisible as a writer... So, anyway. I have books and stories out there.

Feeling raw this morning. Frayed.

Some pictures of my sister's house. It's old and ornate, mostly original.

Portrait of the Artist as an Old Man

Another birthday, 44 of them now. Man when I was a punk kid I thought 30 was gonna be my limit.

Up already. The reason doesn't exist.

Hey, here’s some more books I liked. You might like them too. #BookSky #SaturdayRecs

Tonight's work

Tonight's work

An interpretation of @lairdbarron.bsky.social's phenomenal character, Isaiah Coleridge. Dressed to handle business of course.

Feeling on the verge of tears a lot lately

This was created by my amazing sister for me to hang in my office, it's a wood carving.

Tonight's work

Little sketch, trying to create more often. It's soothing.

Halloween has come and gone but I keep it in my heart year round.

Wednesday by Layla

It's Halloween. I hope you read or watch something scary. I hope the shadow of that tree by your window makes you think of skeletal hands clawing to get inside. I hope the distant roar of a chainsaw fills you with terror. I hope you remember what it's like to be a child again, scared but exhilarated

Let's have a black celebration Black celebration Tonight To celebrate the fact That we've seen the back of another black day

Layla and I, about 4 years ago

We were young once

Sometimes you have to ignore the ills of the world and focus on yourself. This is not selfishness, this is survival.

Currently seated for the original A Nightmare on Elm Street at our local theater. 5 bucks a ticket. I'm excited. I've seen it in the small screen a million times, but never like this.

As the holiday season is fast approaching I ask that everyone remember their friends that may be struggling with sobriety. It's a hard time of year for a lot of us and just a word of encouragement or someone to talk to can mean a lot. And if you're one of us, know that I love you, and believe in you

Layla

The rain makes things better

the knife twists its blade biting and ripping microscopic tears becoming larger, exponentially what will it reveal? a sack of flesh, bones shining? or a hole, black as midnight, empty, a void. does it matter? is the cutting all there is?

Laird Barron is easily one of the top 5 living horror writers.