It’s going to be a week I didn’t blog. Time flies fast and I’ve so many errands to run.
The mood is on its temperature, listening to entire Aerosmith albums since morning. But whatever that suits my mood will just do the justice.
Since my last entry, on 19th I’ve been to a place called ‘The Tunnel of Hell’ and then from that tunnel, I’ve seen some improvement, which I’m definately pleased. Now, I’ve felt so much better – perhaps it’s the willingness to open the door to a forgiving frontier. It helps. No matter what people tell you, forgiving can’t be done with the motion of coercion. It takes time. Don’t blame yourself. I know that. I’ve been there.
Perhaps it’s a training bootcamp I’m facing to become a horror/thriller/suspense writer instead?
I’ve been toying around with several ideas. Jotting down blurbs and briefly ‘skeletoning’ an outline of my fictions. ‘Criminal’s Mind’ is where I couldn’t do without. My mind has been cooking some psychological and murderous plot through rage and agony. I believe to be a genre writer, you’re born with the talent. It’s the talent that keeps you going whether it rains or shines.
I’m also having an idea for my literary fiction novel. It’s semi-autobiography (again) this time.
So, write as if you’re chasing the romance of apocalyse.
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