Sometimes, as a writer, I get the urge to write about scary things. There’s all kinds of scary things we both know and don’t know about–plenty for me to easily plumb in my writings for the next several years. Other times I see something that makes me think, “What the fuck do I know about true horror?” Then I cover my eyes with my hands, curl into a ball and weep quietly for 15 hours.

Yeah. Sleep well, all.