Shift to Insanity

The shift that happens for a writer, usually from one genre to another, is likely because one of the silent characters has decided to remain silent no longer. He (or she) screams their thoughts until their words permeat mine. It is then that I go to stillness, listen, and begin typing what I hear them say.

Today, the shift happened. I was drawn to the image of an abandoned building – the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in Weston, West Virgina to be exact.

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Not Funny and Other Dark Thoughts

Is it possible to brighten someone’s day talking about tombstones that cover up vampires (real places) or legs being hacked off by a carpenter’s saw in 1721, or moon omens and still make someone’s day. When I think about it … that kind of talk totally makes MY day.

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