I’ve been working on the most horrible things I can inflict upon humanity and it is excellent stuff. It makes me wonder why this aspect comes so easily. The last story I wrote, I melted a screaming- slowly-dying-horse, ripped people apart, by way of having them eaten alive by a horde , and sent humanity back to the stone-age via brimstone and fire. Among *cough* other things. I can’t count how many times I came out of the office crying because of the horrid stuff I had just written and visualized. Heart wrenching as it was, I was thrilled at the same time. Ugh.
It came out again as I went through Week 2 Part 1 of HTWAS, a couple of minutes ago. So I continue with the dual state of being horrified yet excited about what is coming in this novel.
