Write. Create. Listen to music. Eat good food. Drink coffee—lots of it. Enjoy good whiskey. Love. Live. Write. Create. Go out. Let the sun shine down upon you. Get back inside. Write more. Create more. Do better. Ink in your pen may dry up sooner than you think. You'll never know what your last story is going to be, your last written word on the page, the last whisper in your head. So—coffee again. Write until your brain dries up your thoughts and ideas. A sip of water, a sip of whiskey … maybe a splash of water in whiskey. Drink, write, and be merry, for tomorrow you may die. Write. Create. Live.
An insidious story about bargaining with grief, The Fisherman by John Langan is one of the best horror novels I've ever read. It’s a beautifully written tale of loss and grief, and the pain associated with them. Abe is the narrator of the story. He has lost his wife to cancer, people’s compassion has faded away, and he’s living alone with his pain. He takes up fishing to keep himself distracted from his sadness. A few years down the line, Abe makes friends with one of his colleagues, Dan. Like Abe, Dan has lost his family, too, and is going through tough times. Together they go fishing and try to find solace in their shared new hobby. “It would be a lie to say the time passes quickly. It never does, when you want it to.” Grief is complicated. Contrary to popular opinion, time does not really heal grief. One can only learn to cope with it and move on. One day, Abe and Dan decide to follow up on some legendary tale about a place ca
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