That’s kind of how it felt when I went to the creepy psychology department today. A winding corridor that feels like its going on forever, even though it’s really not and it ends in a door labelled Exit. Only you can’t get out through the exit door. I took some photos to help me write and fiddles them to look creepier.
I’m pretty excited about writing at the minute, mainly because I’ve had two weeks of writer’s block and now I’m back on the ball and writing about Arwell.