Soaking my brain in horror. I started reading this, The Shining, about 6 months ago and chickened out. Now I'm really into it. I know the film really well, but this is different and darker by far. The domestic violence edge is as sharp as the ghost story. Plus there's the alcoholism and losing the… Continue reading Soaking up the horror
I was finding it almost impossible to find the time (and the energy) to write. Generally I would struggle along, doing bits and pieces of writing here and there, on the train to work, the occasional evening, or when my inner critic got angry enough I would shut myself away with the intention of just writing for the whole weekend. But intentions are just ideas and even after this enforced solitude I would often feel that I hadn't written enough. This lack of productivity was enough to charge up my inner critic and there I was again, falling fast back down into the black hole of creative block and general despair at my writing-self.