Yea, dry streak is over and I'm back to throwing up (in some inconvenient places)!!! Oh, joy. Only upside on this is that the sicker I am, the less likely it is of a miscarriage. Would rather I be sick than Kenneth.
On the work front, I'm rather worried. Have I forgotten what it is to be freaked out on Halloween? For weeks I've tried and tried and tried to figure out the best parts of and what makes a good scary story. I've gotten 2 written, and a 3rd nearly done, but . . . it's just the same as the old campfire tales we used to tell when the sun went down and scared ourselves silly. I so miss those days.
Back then everything made a good tale and scares were a penny a thousand. For a short story, I can't seem to find that feeling. That innocent scare.
Have I lost touch? Lost that untainted, unseasoned chill? Have I forgotten the true fun and heart of Halloween?
I think it's time I got back to basics.
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