7/8: 725 words. Today, I had to write a particularly grisly and visceral murder scene for Walls Ascending. I had known for several days that I was coming up on it. But even still, the writing of it put me in a heavy mental space.
I was most of the way through the scene when my wife and kiddos came bopping into the room just as happy as can be, and greeting me good mornings. I wanted warn them, “Y’all be careful. I just did a murder. There’s blood and brain matter all over the place. And I’m still trying to extract this piece of metal from somebody’s head.”
Instead, I just greeted everyone and enjoyed the odd moment that exhibited the difference between real life and what was transpiring on my computer screen.
