"Well now, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"

[greygirlbeast]

The wendigo rages. The wind is pounding the cabin, moving the big trees out there like they're branches. Last week's stingy bit of warmth is only a memory. Currently, it's 41˚F, but the windchill is at 28˚F. I have a headache. My sinuses are throbbing. I feel dehydrated. I slept for shit, the wind waking me, the cold waking me, my dreams waking me

Comments

[everville340]

There are days, like today, I really don't like seeing my mind described as "dark and twisted."

"Dark and twisted" is better applied to those attempting to project their own subjective descriptors onto/into someone else's mind...if that sentence makes any sense.

Brilliant and Delightful

[ext_1285666]

would be a more apt description of your mind. What a wonderful thing--to be able to string thoughts together coherently and write book after book after book.