I think my brain says to me today that we should write a story about a serial killer or war criminal or something of that ilk.
While my new favourite genre is Japanese horror manga (although I’ve only read Uzumaki from that list but totally want to read 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, and 13 from that list), I fear my brain’s suggestion will have me ending up overwhelmed, like Gogol, and burning all my work. I even have a pellet stove in which to burn. Then I think of Ray Bradbury.
It was a pleasure to burn.