This was came in small bits and bobs over a long dark stretch when i lived in western Mass. He still whispers in my ear, trying to convince me he only did what he had to do, and to quit projecting...
hahaha! Ouch, but I am typo prone. For the record, I call in the line editor at the end of the story just prior to publication, like Mr. Wolf in Pulp Fiction. The development editor is always on the job. She’d probably laugh and say, "You’re a big boy now, catch your own damn typos." Or, "I would give my right leg for a vacation."
TERRIFYING!
And humbling.
Sitting in 3rd place in the Horror Contest…
When a very talented and accomplished author JUMP SCARES in at the top of the list.
With 109 READERS!
Under the bed I go.
But we all know the monster will find you there.
Shivering in fear awaiting my doom…I unexpectedly feel humbled…and appreciative.
The pressure is off. The contest is lost. I accept my fate.
And am sorry for any dick moves made in my over-zealous attempts to gain more followers.
The monster was me.
Thank you all so much for your support and for that lesson.
Intended or not, Dr. Karl appreciates the results.
~Dean
ps: Dr. Karl is the protag in Murder Happens