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October Dreams

As much as the anticipation leading up to October 31st brings me great joy every year, the impending arrival of Halloween also brings on some sadness, too. That's because it marks the last day of the greatest month of the year, and the elbowing aside of the great things that make it the greatest. Sure, we horror nerds will continue watching and reveling in all things creepy, year around, but the mainstream's focus will shift to the nauseating displays of treacly holiday claptrap surrounding Thanksgiving and Christmas. For some of us, that's almost too much to bear. That's okay, at least we have movies like Planes, Trains, and Automobiles to help us through Thanksgiving, or like Black Christmas or New Year's Evil to provide some yuletide cheer.

At this point, 2019 has started to wear me out. I'm not sure how much new content you'll see around here these next few months.  I go through this annually, where I question why I'm writing this blog, and for whom I'm doing it (besides for myself, of course), because based on dwindling page views I don't think anyone's even reading anymore. This sends me tumbling down into an existential crisis that can last days, weeks, months. I start to waver. Maybe I should just shutter the blog? Move on, do something else. Focus my writing elsewhere. But, it is fun writing here. Okay, sometimes it's fun. When it is, it's a lot of fun. Even if I feel like I'm just shouting out into the void.

I dunno. We'll see. Maybe I'll surprise myself. I do have several things in the hopper. A few capsule reviews are queued up, and that's a format I like but after doing seventeen of them since April, I might need a break for a while. There's also one Misspent Youth piece ready to go, plus another one or two in the early stages of drafting. Maybe I'll have enough to squeak by with some relatively consistent content for the rest of the year. One thing I'm definitely excited about, though, are more dual Michelle Pfeiffer reviews with my pfriend Paul from Pfeiffer Pfilms and Meg Movies. Stay tuned for that.

I managed to knock out six Halloween (or Halloween-adjacent) posts over the last two months. Read them now and remember how young and hopeful I was before the threat of post-Halloween ennui arrived.

Scream Queens of Halloween: Danielle Harris

These Are a Few of My Favorite (Halloween) Things

Still Howling: Ten Years of Shakira's She Wolf

Scream Queens of Halloween: Linnea Quigley

Halloween Treats: Christine McConnell and Her Curious Creations

Happy Halloween, everybody. Enjoy the season while it lasts. After that, enjoy dreaming of its triumphant annual return.


  1. I know all about post-Halloween ennui, as someone who dislikes the Christmas period the next couple of months are miserable for me.
    I can understand you being weary of the blogging world too. Dwindling page views are no reflection on the quality of your content though. I say that as someone who reads every one of your posts. I may not comment every time, mainly because I often don't have enough knowledge to say something, but I like your style and enjoy everything you write.
    Honestly, you're one of my favourite people, and one of the best writers in the blogosphere. Sharing your work has given my place a real boost over the last few months. The dual reviews have been my most popular posts recently. It's been great fun, if a little nerve-wracking to share the same page with you.
    I hope you do carry on with Words Seem Out of Place, where else will I get my fix of Pfeiffer? Rest assured, as long as I'm around you won't be shouting into a void.

    1. Our shared seasonal ennui is yet another reason we get along so well. You just get me. At least we have some terrific Christmas/New Year's movies to help ease us through the season (Baker Boys has that pfabulous New Year's sequence, of course.).

      I do plan to carry on with this site. I think this post was just my filling a need to vent some frustrations. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you reading what I write here, and that you enjoy it so much really makes my day, month, and year. One priority for 2019 is to fill this space with more Pfeiffer. I think in 2018 I got tied up in too many other things (all stuff I love, mind you), but I'd really love to settle back into doing more Pfeiffer performance reviews and, of course, dual reviews with you.

      As always, thank you for sharing my work at your site. It means the world to me. I'm super excited for what we have in store - more pfabulous Pfeiffer pfriend commentary on the horizon!

  2. Over a month without a post here, is a long time. I trust all is well.


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