Holy Crap!
I came to a realization the other day.
I kill people.
A lot.
In all different ways.
I'm a murderer.
Possibly a mass murderer.
A serial killer?
Does this make me deranged?
How do I feel about this?
Pretty good, actually.
I guess as long as it's in writing, even if the people might possibly share a resemblance to someone who might actually exist... it's not a big deal, right?
I'm not going to prison?
I really wouldn't do well in prison.
The beds are really small.
The food isn't great.
Oh, and I'd have to deal with a large population of women.
All. The. Time.
Yeah, prison...so not for me.
Good thing I only WRITE about murder and haven't ACTUALLY murdered anyone.
How many people have you killed recently?
Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
R.S.
I haven't killed anyone lately...boo. I don't think you qualify for serial killer status. You're lacking the psycho that goes along with that. Besides, you only kill people who deserve it.
ReplyDeleteRS. A wonderful and thought-provoking post. I've often thought that we authors could learn a lot about ourselves if only we would take the time to examine our own work. I hope the purging worked :-)
ReplyDeleteI once killed a lot of people that mattered to me...at least they did as they began to populate the pages of a story that ultimately became my novel "Under-Heaven." I've forgiven myself for those murders, though, because I literally provided them with "a better place." :-)
I have a plan to kill everyone I meet.
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