Thursday, September 29, 2011

On Being A Killer

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.

3 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. RS. 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 :-)

    I 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." :-)

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  3. I have a plan to kill everyone I meet.

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