The longer I live the more I realize in general that I’m not great at keeping things quick and simple. I’ve talked a lot on here lately, about a lot of different things, and I’ve on all accounts continued to wax eloquent on the smallest of topics. Much ado about nothing, I suppose.
In interest of theme, I’ll try and keep this brief. I think I’ve finally made a decision on and progress toward something.
I’m going to put out a book of short horror stories. I don’t want to release too many details at this time but I have rekindled a love of flash horror that I forgot that I had.
I’ve wanted to write and publish horror for over a decade but so far long form fiction has eluded me but I’ve had just a taste of success in the last week and I’m riding the high of it. I hope the euphoria sustains me.
I have had a fair amount of inspiration lately via existential dread as well as general paranoid stress from my own dreams other pressures. My mind is ever green with ideas and looks like a Spirit Halloween store, just in time for fall.
I hope that very soon I’ll be posting some more details, but for now I look forward to getting inspirations from my scary dreams.
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