My Descent Into Madness Only Took 13 Letters
At least every one of them were spelled correctly. It didn't happen all at once. Like a good cheese or a neglected houseplant, mental necrosis takes time. You don't just wake up and come to the realization that you need a check-up from the neck-up. Madness is inched towards. In my case alphabetically. I didn't set out to unravel. I wanted to take this passion and gift I've always had for writing and turn it into something enjoyable. A blog, some short stories, maybe a recipe that doesn't involve any actual cooking. Or food. Maybe a self help book for other writers. I could call it "Write What Writing Writers Write When Writing for Writers Who Want to Write." Genius. Maybe idiot. But that's literally another story. When I look back, I can see that my journey into madness had 13 very specific steps. The number of posts I've written: 13. Actually, 14 including the introduction bit, but nobody goes mad in the first episode. Ask the Hatter. Tiny, inno...