Call me a Psychiatrist

I'm not, but sometimes my writing leads me to the neighborhood, makes me circle the parking lot. As I've said before, life is hard in my fictional worlds, and my characters lead lives we would not wish upon the dead. Not that they don't have fun, but the things they have to overcome (death, disappointment, betrayal, ignorance) can drag you right down. They do me because I have to live with them. I'm right there in the cesspools, the bad places where the blood runs, where the water chokes the life out of my best friends, my lovers, my sister. So I circle the parking lot, imagine that I will go in, try to explain why I need antidepressants. It's not me, I will say. It's them. Their lives are really screwed up. They need help.

Copyright 2016 by Philip Tate