How Long Did It Take

I'm Sitting In My Office Trying To Squeeze A Story From My Head. It Is That Kind Of Morning When You Feel Like Melting The Typewriter Into A Bar Of Steel And Clubbing Yourself To Death With It. (“advance Notice”)

Really Now, Search Your Soul, Lovie-is The Vampire So Bad? All He Does Is Drink Blood.

If You Go Too Far In Fantasy And Break The String Of Logic, And Become Nonsensical, Someone Will Surely Remind You Of Your Dereliction....pound For Pound, Fantasy Makes A Tougher Opponent For The Creative Person.

…they Think Of Suicide As A Quick Route To Oblivion, An Escape. Far From It. It Merely Alters A Person From One Form To Another. Nothing Can Destroy The Spirit. Suicide Only Precipitates A Darker Continuation Of The Same Conditions From Which Escape Was Sought. A Condition Under Circumstances So Much More Painful.

What Would A Mohammedan Vampire Do If Faced With A Cross?