Love of Death

Death and love, or should I say love and death. Those are the main themes of my new short story entitled 'Beyond Obsession'. I once read about the serial killer, Ed Gein, and of his fascination of not only necrophilia, but also of literally dancing with the dead while under a pale moon in his towns local cemetery. The imagery I recalled stayed in my mind for sometime. I also remember reading about a strange German scholar and his relationship with a Cuban woman that stayed strong even after she caught Tuberculosis and died. So strong it was, he actually mummified her corpse to almost pristine condition and would act as if she was still living!
Perhaps it takes a rather macabre mind to make sense out of either of those scenarios, then again perhaps not. Both of those subjects are rather usual in the tale that is human existence. And, quite honestly, they don't seem all that different from each other.

Getting Stuck

I liken the progression most writers have to make when creating not only masterful works but careers and private lives as well to the fable of the three mice that fell into the bucket of cream. Rarely do they get any progress without feeling as though they're dragging the weight of the world behind them.  You'll find a good number of them rarely indulge in social events and even fewer still have any free time, period. The more technologically advanced the world becomes, it would seem that there are fewer and fewer opportunities for them.
I can't think of a time when writing, especially when starting a new story when I didn't feel stuck in the mud. After so many similar circumstances happen upon you, you begin to question the very fabric of life itself. Yet, even still, I can't find within me one suitable excuse for giving up quite yet.
So, for myself, a question begs the mind, 'What direction do I take now?' And still, any adequate answer eludes me. But perhaps, as I've always stated before in similar circumstances, the solution lies within. Until I'm a worm feast it's probably always gonna be this way so, in that sense, let me give credence to an old Russian proverb
'The hammer shatters glass, but forges steel'