It’s a beautiful day for horror writing: thunder is booming outside and the wind is whipping the branches into my office window. The sky is grey and it looks like dusk at 1 PM. It’s cold, for spring, and it sounds like winter.
When I looked out at the street I saw a small river rushing down the gutter…
I think I’ll stay inside today.
sniderwriter 
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