For today’s blog post, I’ve decided to change it up a bit. Someone pointed out recently that I don’t have many personal posts about my life outside of writing. I’ll be honest. I don’t really like talking or writing about myself. I think it’s just in my nature. You see, writing isn’t only a hobby for me. It’s something I’ve always known I was going to do.

I learned to read before I was three years old. My grandmother has a video of me reading my third birthday card. I only struggled with one word. I don’t remember which one it was, not part of the card itself but in the message my mom scribbled inside. After that there was no stopping me, I read every book I could get my hands on. I was reading on at an adult level by the third grade. By high school, I was reading Steven King and Richard Laymon.

I wrote my first novel when I was thirteen, though it’s not something I ever plan to publish. It was inspired by V.C. Andrews, but my story was darker and a little more twisted. That was only the beginning. I couldn’t say how many stories, poems, and novels I’ve written since then. Writing is in my blood. I didn’t find out until I was older that my grandma was a writer, too. She never did get to publish, though. I like to think I made both our dreams come true when I released my first novel. I know she would have been proud.

Writing for me is like being strapped to a chair in the middle of a room surrounded by countless television monitors. It’s like trying to concentrate on just one of those monitors, but the others are always playing, a constant distraction. I try to mute out everything else and listen to the voices on the screen that are demanding my attention. They want their stories to be heard. Every time I finish one, the screen goes black, but not for long. There is always another story waiting to be told.

Someone asked me once why I write horror. They said I have talent as a writer and wondered why I don’t write in a more popular genre. The answer is simple. I don’t control the movies that play inside my head. They just are. I’ve always been fascinated with the horror genre. That may be what inspired them, but each of my stories is unique in its own way. I like to start with a certain trope or cliché and then break it, take it in a direction that I haven’t seen done before. I also try to make my scenes as realistic as possible, and I don’t shy away from explicit content, if it fits that particular story.

That’s why I write horror. I like stories that are truly scary because real life is scary. I don’t want to read books that always have a happy ending because life doesn’t happen that way. I know a lot of people say write what you know, but that can be hard for a horror writer. I feel like I do know horror, though. It’s all around us. Somewhere out there, this very minute, someone is being murdered and brutalized in unspeakable ways. I like to think it’s their voices I hear playing in my head…

Thanks for reading today’s blog post. Feel free to comment with any questions you may have. I plan to do another post soon with more questions from readers. I thank you for your continued support, and I hope you have a great week as we enter into December. It’s time for me to get back to work on my next book.  -E.B.

Published by E.B. Lunsford

I'm a writer, a mother, and an animal lover. I've been an avid reader for most of my life and love anything horror related. Some of my biggest influences include Richard Laymon, Jack Ketchum, and Steven King. I like poker, golf, video games, and rock music. You can learn more about me by visiting my website,

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