If I Cannot Horrify, I'll Go For

Description Is What Makes The Reader A Sensory Participant In The Story.

Legends Grow Beards, And Twenty-three Years Is Plenty Of Time To Grow A Long One.

The Overlook Was Still Not Done With Him. Written On The Mirror, Not In Lipstick But In Blood, Was A Single Word: Redrum

I Write In The Mornings, In The Bright Daylight. But I Get Most Of My Good Ideas After The Sun Has Gone Down And The Dark Is On The Land.

I Believe The Road To Hell Is Paved With Adverbs, And I Will Shout It From The Rooftops.