As a writer of the strange and macabre I must ask myself:
What am I afraid of?
My list is short and sweet.
And being lost.
I’m also afraid of the dark, being buried alive and I’m afraid of being hit by lightning.
I know. I get it. Monsters aren’t real, if you’re lost you can always find a way back to the point you lost your way, the dark can’t wrap its hands around your neck and squeeze and I doubt if I’ll be buried alive because once your embalmed there’s zero chance of being buried alive.
HOWEVER I have almost been hit by lightning twice.
So when I write about Monsters, or the lost or the dark or death and the many, many, many ways it can come for you, I guess I can’t help but to feel…somewhere in all of that there is something true, something real…and I feel- with every ounce of my being