I wrote 50k words in a month.
I have officially lost my mind.
It’s terrible to imagine so much sorrow crammed into such a small village. The despair must have been inescapable.
The colors of mourning, symbolizing innocence and purity, were an unrelenting white.
The cacophony of 30 girls 12 feet down a sewage vault screaming for help....
Join me on my journey as I meld my project management, research, and quality improvement skills with my spooky aesthetic to establish a new career in fiction writing.