I was going to be the next Stephen King. I thought if I write horror stories half as good as he did, I'd have it made. I geared myself to that goal, read Horror story after Horror story, watching Horror movie after Horror movie. I was going to be terrifying.
As I write this, I'm printing out a draft copy of a story called "Pookie, the Demon Doll of Death."
Does that say terror to you?
Oh, how I've fallen from my goal.
And I'm loving every minute of it...
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Snap. :-)
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