So I just finished reading The Warehouse, a wonderfully crafted masterpiece that made me wonder... How often do you as an author allow yourself to revel in the crevasses of your mind? How often do you rewrite something because you think it is morose, or just downright inhumane? How often do you censor your imagination to qualm the fears of society? To avoid the judgment? We're all protective of our work as it is, but if/when we tap into something so twisted, to be judged on the content rather than the creativity and courage it took to write it must be so earth shattering that we hold back. Don't lie to anyone, especially yourself, and say that you have never thought an evil or hurtful thought... even if it were to wish harm onto someone who "deserves" it.

I have been toying with some ideas and wonder what kind of author would I truly be if I only explored the suspenseful romance, and not with everything else? In all other matters in my life I have taken on the attitude that what I do is no one else's business, so why stop now? If it is well written and just mere figments of our imagination... Is it truly useful for so many to keep Trying to Hide from their own darkness?