If you’re like me (and for your sake, I hope you are), then you love a good Friday the 13th, whether it’s the day itself or the slasherific film series of the same name (or, to a lesser extent, the TV series).
To have a Friday the 13th drop in October is an even more special occasion for horror fans. It’s like Christmas and our birthdays rolled into one, but with a nice satanic orgy included. I’m presently torn between watching a Jason movie or a Michael Myers movie, for both are appropriate right now. Obviously, the solution is to watch both, at least until we get a Jason Vs. Michael crossover film, and hopefully a Fat Boys rap video to go with it, including a special cameo by Roy Burns of Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning (the most underrated film in the series).
Another reason to celebrate this day is that it marks the official release of my new Halloween horror novel, THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS. The ebook and paperback editions are now available from Cemetery Dance Publications, which you can get on Amazon or elsewhere, and the signed hardback is available exclusively through my website.
Anyway, to further celebrate this day of gory glory, I am running a special promo on my website, TRIANAHORROR.COM. Just use discount code FRIDAY13 at checkout to save 13% off your entire order. This covers every single item on the site, so there’s no better time to thicken your Triana shelf.
Today, I’m off to Massachusetts for the Merrimack Valley Halloween Book Festival, and then will be spending the rest of a long weekend doing seasonal things like carving pumpkins and going to cider mills—all that sentimental fall stuff I hope I never grow out of. The foliage in New England is just beginning to go gold, and the weather is cool and crisp. For the nights, I have horror movie marathons planned. It will be a relaxing and spooky mini-vacation after all the hard work and business traveling I’ve been doing.
I hope you all have a wonderful Friday the 13th as well. If you’re going to engage in weed and premarital sex (I know I will be), try not to do it anywhere near a deserted summer camp where hot teens were murdered forty years ago. And remember, it may sound like “ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha”, but really it’s “ki-ki-ki-ma-ma-ma”, as in “Kill her, Mommy. Kill her.”
See what Harry Manfredini did there?
Happy Friday the 13th, everyone!