I’ve got a firm belief that writer’s block doesn’t exist. Now, that doesn’t mean my little fingers with crank out deathless prose that needs little to no editing. No. Not in this lifetime. That’s why I’ve been kicking myself in the butt because I haven’t been able to work on “Primal Hungers.”
Then I had an epiphany a few days ago. I finally have my murderer, victims, motivation, a deliberately placed werewolf virus, and one seemingly-accidental death by eating a live baby octopus.
I love the world I live in.