Between reading, writing, watching (old horror movies), collecting and thinking - Horror takes up at least 65 - 75% of my life. Now with my son's first Christmas fast approaching and with our friends, who play Santa and ms clause, stopping over to the house to visit him and My mother giving my items (blankets, toys ect...) that I used as a baby 35 years ago (still great condition). I find myself full of Ideas for short stories that I would otherwise never think about. Mushy, feel good, family style story telling. Has this happened to anyone else? A sudden desire to drastically change the genre you feel more comfortable and happy in.