I have tomorrow off, and intend to get some serious writing done. That, and cook meal, do the dishes, get the laundry caught up, and get some work stuff done. Damn. Well, here's hoping, anyway. The important thing is that I have the ability to convince myself it'll all be okay.
I'm gonna go rock back and forth in the corner a while, now, 'kay?
Oh! Speaking of things that make you feel like curling up in a corner for a while, allow me to step onto the next tale in Erotica Exotica.
"When in Rome," by Anthony McDonald
This was the story in Erotica Exotica that made me realize that some of the tales would take a turn for the dark. In "When in Rome" a chance encounter - and a hotel room that seems to have horrific intent - takes the reader on a journey that is in turns sweaty and jarringly disturbing.
Horror isn't usually my thing, but I've gotten better over the last few years at appreciating how hard it is to pull off the genre. It certainly does the job the title of the anthology infers.