I've realize something that chilled me to my bones.
I've never said I wanted to write fiction. Even young I never told people that I wanted to be a great writer. A writer of stories and epic novels that would have people clinging to every word from my imagination. Or even I wanted to write to fans of millions who would crowd a bookstore one day for a glimpse of me and even have a small bit of talk while I sign their books.
I said I wanted one thing only.
I said, I want to write horror.
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Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Shower Epiphany: the horror.....the horror.....
Labels:
Carry that Weight,
Chaos,
Come to terms,
End,
loss,
Me,
Meaning,
Muse,
Nightmare,
Own Worst Enemy,
Paper Mache Mephistopheles,
Prison,
Purpose,
Shit like this,
Shower Epiphany,
Symbols
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