By JL Courtney
If she breaks another computer…it’s intervention time.
My wife slams herself against the wall.
Jesus. What a nutcase. “Sweetheart.”
“Don’t.” Kick. “Sweetheart me!” Kick.
Why can’t she admit she has problems? “You’ve cracked the drywall, hon.” She needs help. “Calm down.”
“No.” She fumbles for her bible.
Crap, not again. “No one is judging you.” What set her off—the writing group, again?
“Horror writers deserve to burn.”
“They didn’t like your story?”
“They can have their group, pat each other on the back—in the lake of fire.” She flips to Revelations. “I’m special. My writing comes from Him.”
This hits rather close to home. I bet it’s toasty in that fiery pit, though. 🙂
The heat never bothered me anyway. 😀
The lady in the story sounds like me when I experience writer’s block. It’s difficult for someone who isn’t a writer to understand such feelings! Nice job, JL.
Ugh…writer’s block. The face of true evil.
Oh, this is good. I see what you did there…
What’s the saying? “We all know that one person…”
Bahahaha…. great one, Jenny! “Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.” Boy-oh-boy!
Says the horror writer, “I hear forgiveness is divine. I guess I’ll find out.”
“She who preaches but will not practice must surely have missed the divine, no?” (Saith another horror writer.) 😉
Lol, crazy.