In Laymon's Terms

Brett McBean

N THE NIGHT IT BEGAN...

I was sitting at my computer, nothing but a basic idea, a novice seeing if he could actually write a full-length novel.

About two hours later I saved what I had written, turned off the computer and grinned like a nymphomaniac at a fifty-percent-off sale at a brothel.

I learned two things that night.

1. That I loved writing. More than anything I had previously undertaken. I decided I wanted to make it my career. Well, have a bloody good try at it. And—

2. That I owed it all to Richard Laymon. I found out that not only was I emulating (badly) his unique style of writing, his freakish ability to get inside a character’s head, and his stark black humor, but that the reason why I even attempted to write a novel that night, over two years ago, was because of the way his had affected me.

From the very first novel I read—Beware!—right up until No Sanctuary, no author has made reading so damn exciting. But by helping me choose my career goal to be a published author, Richard Laymon has become more than just a great author. He is responsible for my current path of life. I have never felt so fulfilled, happy and excited as I am when creating. And like many people have said before me—I owe it all to Dick.

Thanks mate.