Eventually the turnip drama resolved itself, the boisterous lady appeased, and the line moved on.
Music is inspirational, like a shot of Absinthe for the muse, but for me personally, only certain genres enhanced my creative flow. Through trial and error I quickly found that rock and roll, and more specifically anything with lyrics, did more to disrupt my rhythm, than it did to enhance it.
In honor of Friday the 13th, I present my latest work of fiction. Inspired by both the darkness of winter’s grip, and the loneliness of a disturbed soul, I felt it appropriate to pay homage to the evil that dwells within all of us.