‘Bah,’ I frown. My mouse squeaks across my pad. I click the cursor to close Microsoft Word. I follow the document into my files and condemn it to the recycling bin. My stalking is not yet complete. I tear open the recycling bin to delete the file. This is a stark snapshot of my everyday reality: a writer's life.
I open my Kindle. Stephen King’s Misery glares at me while holding hands with Edgar Allan Poe’s The Pit and The Pendulum; childhood terrors from beloved authors cast eerie shadows upon the backdrop of my room. Forever will I remain eclipsed by their greatness, never casting a literary shadow of my own. This blog will be my occultation to their gravity.
It is here that I attempt to launch myself beyond their magnetism, to orbit on my own. Whether it is the failed launch of a piece, the empty fuel tank of creative block or snippets of an instruction manual, you’ll find it all in the following pages.
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