The Lonliest Sound In The World Is

Talent Must Be A Fanatical Mistress. She's Beautiful; When You're With Her, People Watch You, They Notice. But She Bangs On Your Door At Odd Hours, And She Disappears For Long Stretches, And She Has No Patience For The Rest Of Your Existence; Your Wife, Your Children, Your Friends. She Is The Most Thrilling Evening Of Your Week, But Some Day She Will Leave You For Good. One Night, After She's Been Gone For Years, You Will See Her On The Arm Of A Younger Man, And She Will Pretend Not To Recognize You.

This Wasn't The Way I Had Imagined My Adventures, But Reality Ignored My Wishes From The Get-go, Giving Me A Body Best Suited For Stacking Books In The Library, Injecting So Much Fear Into My Veins That I Could Only Cower In The Stairwell When The Violence Came. Maybe Someday My Arms And Legs Would Thicken With Muscle And The Fear Would Drain Away Like Dirty Bathwater. I Wish I Believed These Things Would Happen, But I Didn't.

I Was A Huge Fantasy Geek Growing Up. I Was The Dungeon Master In My D&d Game.

The Fire Was Silent, The Little Houses Collapsing Into The Flames Without Complaint, Flocks Of Sparks Rising To The Sky. At A Distance It Seemed Beautiful, And I Thought It Was Strange That Powerful Violence Is Often So Pleasing To The Eye.

Fiction Novels, That's My Game.