What I’m doing in an effort to keep my wits about me is something that everyone should be doing: gaining perspective.

This tasty revenge story is proof that anything can be scary when you hold a crooked mirror up to it.

The titular room is based on an actual place in my Harbor City home.

I was fighting to keep the camera’s signal from fading to static. That’s hard to do when you just watched someone die.

This is the second part of a two-part blog entry in which a fan, the lovely Sara Quelle-Femme, asks several writing-related questions.