I am a “Horror Writer”. It feels horrible. Facing a blank sheet of paper after decades of a dreamthat won’t die. What a Horror!
Die, die why don’t you. If I go slowly and pinch the skin off slowly, the thoughts form words.
Like a map, red lines seeping onto white paper leading off the page into oblivion. Oozing flesh,not quite a pound.
I’m a Horror Writer, yep.