Say It-Quote of the week
Called my cousin yesterday and begged her to kill me. Dress in black, drive to my house, break in through an open window, creep down the dark hall to my writing area and wring my creatively blocked neck. With gloves of course, to hide any evidence. I don’t want her to have to spend life in prison. Perhaps on an ominous night, severe lightning storm, thundering winds that knock down the power lines and…”
A murder mystery author at a writer’s block support group.