He was sitting in the doctor’s office thinking that he had attained the zenith of human boredom; that point had become a plateau which he traversed as minutes passed like hours and misery moved toward madness. And then the silence, which had settled over the room like a shroud covering a corpse, was pierced. Two old women seated in the farthest corner of the room began to discuss the intricacies of cross-stitching; their voices whispering across the room like the midnight breeze through a graveyard; bringing only the promise of death. And he realized this new horror far outstripped that which had preceded it and threatened to carry him into hitherto unknown realms of boredom and terror. – An excerpt for the horror novel The Cross-Stitcher Speaks coming soon to a bookstore near you.
In other news I have reached a decision as to the form the "Art" will take. I picked up some starter acrylic paint supplies today so the first attempts with that medium should be coming soon. This has the potential for serious hilarity.
In other news I have reached a decision as to the form the "Art" will take. I picked up some starter acrylic paint supplies today so the first attempts with that medium should be coming soon. This has the potential for serious hilarity.
Oooh, oooh, ooh!!! Can't wait!!
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