M. L. Hollowell
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
You consider taking a brick from the pile of rubble in the corner of the parking lot and hurling it through the window.
But you choose not to.
I tell Dr. G on FaceTime that the prompts are helping, have gotten me writing again.
It's not horror, but it's something.
She's pleased, but still seems a little leery.
She would like to refer me to a psychiatrist, but as I've told her a million times, I don't want drugs messing with my creative mind.
Polluting the river of inspiration.
Stephen King wasn't jacked up on substances when he started out.
Not when he started out.
Anyway, he's sober now.
I don't need drugs either.
But the kids are all jazzed up about the Christmas concert they're in tomorrow.
Trying on their costumes and singing their parts in the festively appointed living room.
I think they're playing trees.
There's got to be some way I can get out of it.
A whole morning of tiny talent.