This latest short story is… not coming along well. I know what I want to say with it, I know where it’s suppose to go, but it’s SO far outside my normal comfort zone it’s proving a struggle. I am definitely more a horror author than a scifi writer.
On a side note, I managed to get my Slenderman illustration finally done. It’s okay. I would have liked to have rendered it darker, perhaps. I’m thinking about doing some painting later on today, but we’ll see if that actually happens.
My muse needs to return from its drinking binge. I’ve been battling with my creativity now for almost a month. There’s only so much TV a person a can stomach.