About Kate

Whispers in the Dark

They whispered my name, Kate Trinity, in the dark. The Muse of all things horrific and at first I was afraid to listen. But they persisted until I took up my pen and began to write.

Beyond midnight and the rain heavy at the window, a rough wind howling down the alleyway and only my bedside lamp for company. I scribbled into the early hours, trying to get it all down before I forgot. But I needn’t have worried, that Muse perched on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

Day after day and night after night it played behind my eyelids. That dark story. The one with characters that came to life. Filling my head with their opinions and ramblings. So many to contend with. It took a while for the noise to settle but when it did the story had formed. Beginning to end.

I write now. Every day. It’s what I am here to do, to write and think and dream and write. It’s all about the story and the words. Each a twisted fraction of my imagination fuelled by that dark muse.

We all have one, a muse. They are as different as we are and as similar. They help guide us on our path, or so I believe, and help us think the things we must think to create.

I just wish sometimes I could rent mine out.

Would you like to rent out my muse? For a day or two? Give me a break, time off to spend with friends and family, to bake, to be normal?

Perhaps you would like to be in my inner circle, protected from the dark things, safe inside the salt. Sorry I ramble.

horror writer — From the Dark Below I watch you!

I used to write stories about horses and magic. I used to write songs and poetry. Now I write Fantasy and Horror.

I remember watching the Freddie Kruger films when I was too young to watch them. My cousin and I used to go up to the video store (remember those?) where a guy she knew worked and get all the horrors. We weren’t afraid.

The only film I remember ever scaring me was An American Werewolf in London when I was about 12. The nightmares from that film were horrific. I even dreamt my friends lab turned into one and bit off my hand. It took me years to sit down and watch it again, nervously, and was surprised to see Rik Mayall in it. After that it didn’t seem quite so scary.

I am constantly searching for movies to frighten me. The last one that stood a chance was Thirteen Ghosts in the opening scene, the one where they were catching the ghost in the wrecking yard. It was a good film but that twinge of fear didn’t last long.

I love Grave Encounters too, it has a bit of a shiver factor to it. Especially when the guy is filming and the wheelchair begins to move behind him.

I will continue my search for the perfect horror movie. The one that has my heart racing and me holding my breath. Scared of the shower curtain and the strange noises that are suddenly evident in the dark of night.

I will keep writing in the hope that my search for the frightening will allow me to write something to have you hiding under the duvet.

Come back soon