Very interesting. A couple comments on my spider posting have made me think about my roots in writing and its more evil tendencies. My humble beginnings, aside from the required compositions on summer vacation, were based in horror. Not fantastical horror, but the twisting of reality which has always, to me, been the most horrible and horrifying. And, of course, the most viscerally satisfying to both read and write.
Perhaps I shall open the door to my dark side. It’s been carefully triple-locked and bolted for so long. Maybe that’s why my current writings have leaned toward cautious and less than dramatic (or it’s just a quirk that made me wannabe a literary marvel). Let’s dust off the doors and oil the locks and hinges.
Crrrrreeeak…
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
{applause}
Seriously, that bit about the spider was brilliant…
}:)
Thanks, buddy. A few more days like I’ve had lately and the dark side will be out in full force. I’ve already started noticing little leaks here and there that have seeped into reality. If only I can turn the thoughts into written story before my hands turn into claws useless for typing.