I’m currently living through a bout of Writer’s Block. I blame it on the promotional work done to support Last Tang Standing and not the fight I had with my muse, who I told to fuck off back to Narnia or wherever they came from because I was tetchy from coffee withdrawal. Something about consuming wall after wall of social media feeds just drains all creativity away, and makes the idea of writing another happy story, even one with appealingly messed up leads, just…..bleh.
What I really want to write at the moment is a messed up psychological paranormal thriller where LOTS OF PEOPLE DIE and the culprit goes to prison in the end.