A long time ago, last century, I used to wear too much black, read Anne Rice, and smoke clove cigarettes.
I don't do any of those things anymore.
In the mid-nineties, there was a lot of vampire novels out there, and almost as many movies.
David Schow called vampire the Star Trek of Horror.
We'd read them and watch them, as much as we can get.
One day, out of the blue, it didn't seem important any more.
I have a couple of theories why, but the end result was that I pretty much put a personal moratorium on anything vampire for nearly ten years.
Then I was at the music store at the mall and they had, on vhs, Universal's Dracula (as well as the rest of the horror pantheon) in the bargain bin. That did it.
Vampires are something that get in your blood. You think you can just put them away, forget abou them, But you'll come back to them.
That's part of what this blog is about.