I should have titled this post “How to Lose Friends and Alienate your Readers”, but that may be just me being prematurely nervous, and maybe I should give my readers the benefit of the doubt. After all, there were even some nice folks who, while disgusted, were kind enough to compliment the writing.
I refer to my foray into Friday flash fiction (which I wrote on a Wednesday, but oh well) that, if you haven’t already read, you can find here.
I’ve had quite a week, and there was a lot of ugly anger inside of me with nowhere to go, and so, I wrote a very nasty, sadistic, and even misogynistic piece of fiction to get all that ugliness out. I had a lot of anger towards foolish, naive women who make stupid choices and attach themselves to the wrong man (that’s an oversimplification, darlings, but that’s where it starts).
But now the urge to kill has faded…. faded… and is gone.
Now, let’s put all that ugliness behind us and bask in television’s warm glowing warming glow.
** with all due respect to David Mirkin (who wrote this segment of the Simpsons Treehouse of Horror V) and to Matt Groening, of course.