With the passing days, word counts, and life, I find that in pushing harder to get where I want to be, I approach my goals.
I’m writing things that once terrified me.
And it’s not because I write horror.
It’s because the subject matter. The way it’s coming out is defiant of my former self.
I write to make people think.
I write because I love the terrifying parts of the stories.
I continue each day because of those little moments when I catch myself writing.
I’ll look back at the prose and think, “damn, that was good. Keep going like that.”
Those are the moments I relish.
You get to a point you watch your words and think it’s cool and I need to replicate that.
I enjoy writing most when that happens.