As book #18 lingers in final edits, I tried to write something new,
refreshing and poppy yesterday.
Just something to keep my pen in the inkwell,
as it were.
Well…
*hems and haws*
Um…
*haws and hems*
Don’t.
Never try to write something new, refreshing and poppy. At least not
when you’re me on a Thanksgiving holiday. My effort turned out rather
Dante-esque… hellish, in many respects.
Shall I share?
Sure, why the heck not.
“There is a bright spot, mind
you. It’s just up ahead. Whether it be a sun cracking the dawn or a train
thundering near in the tunnel, there is a light. Keep your eyes on it. Don’t
blink.
It’s blinding, yes. Tears will
well. Your heart will hammer. But stay the course. Stay. The. Course.
On either side of you, behind and
below, a darkness quakes and bellows. Worse yet, the shadows writhe in
carnality…”
Rather “Tales from the Darkside,” don’t you think?
*shivers at the freakishness*
Not going there again, trust me.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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