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"Blake Carver, best seller. Critically acclaimed. Pioneer of the New Weird. Winner of the Bram Stoker award. That's me. Terrible son. Horrible boyfriend. Sell out. Fraud. That's me too. Has been at 34. Murder victim. Restless spirit of the dead. Sandman. Guilty as charged.<br><br>The writers block had gone on for months, and none of the usual solutions worked. Liquor, cigarettes, writing by hand, pills, taking time off, shrooms, locking myself in the room, sex, abstinence, sobriety, meditation... none of it did shit. The page was still as blank as it had ever been.<br><br>I'm in my apartment one minute, I close my eyes to try and wipe away the angry after glare of that bright white page. I open them, and I'm in the | "Blake Carver, best seller. Critically acclaimed. Pioneer of the New Weird. Winner of the Bram Stoker award. That's me. Terrible son. Horrible boyfriend. Sell out. Fraud. That's me too. Has been at 34. Murder victim. Restless spirit of the dead. Sandman. Guilty as charged.<br><br>The writers block had gone on for months, and none of the usual solutions worked. Liquor, cigarettes, writing by hand, pills, taking time off, shrooms, locking myself in the room, sex, abstinence, sobriety, meditation... none of it did shit. The page was still as blank as it had ever been.<br><br>I'm in my apartment one minute, I close my eyes to try and wipe away the angry after glare of that bright white page. I open them, and I'm in the rottened out corpse of a hotel, being reaped by some rough looking ghosts. They clapped me in chains, and dragged me through the streets with a bunch of other unfortunates that had died that night in the City of Angels.<br><br>I don't know where they were taking me. Maybe to some heretic cult that would have fed us into a nihil. Maybe to the Legions or the Soulforges. Joke was on them though. Someone in the guild knew I had been reaped, and wanted me for the Sandmen. The slavers didn't make it out of skid row, and I was given an education on a new way to write nightmares." | ||
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