The Bone Jar: Killer of the Writers Block

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This project seems to have taken on a life of its own. Quite literally, it is screaming to be let out into the light of day like some centuries-old corpse that has been waiting for its time in the limelight. Well, more like a big stinking pile of corpses that have been left in the wake of a mass-murdering lunatic. I think for both of us, and I am hazarding to speak for Boss Lady but I think I can, this was an unexpected and twisted project that wasn’t exactly unwelcome at all but rather sought out while it came to us asking to be told.

It’s been a while since I could write this freely. I’ve had massive difficulties since 2013 in getting pen to paper or rather fingers to keyboard. When Boss Lady suggested an October special edition release that was penned between us I was a bit apprehensive at first, I’ll admit that but Boss Lady has some wicked instincts. Thanks to her I’ve been able to get past the writer’s block by slaying that wicked “my own worse critic” demon. I have fully immersed myself, not only in writing about lunatics and mass murder but blog posts about the craft and publishing world. Boss Lady and The The Three Little Sisters have opened up so many avenues for me to which I am ever so grateful for.

So, cheers to Boss Lady! May we go on fictional murder sprees for another four or five decades or more.

 

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Sheal Berube

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