The Writer Under the Stairs
So, I’m a writer. Always have been. Back when I was very young child, I’d play Novelist in the awesome basement of my childhood home (and thanks for that, mom and dad). It’s an easy game: take a literal ream of blank paper and scrawl big loops of nonsense on one side, then fling that page behind you onto the pile of previously destroyed pages. I was a novelist, you see, and that’s how novelists worked