Looking at a documentary on horror, it reminds me of the time someone thought I would turn out to be a horror writer. Years ago, a teacher asked me what I wanted to do as a career. I responded with “writer.” She thought I was going to be a horror writer. To her, my mild personality fits what she thought as a horror writer. I don’t write too much horror. My stories, do take on dark elements, but it never gets to the horror level. As I think of this today, I keep reminding myself that I can’t write horror because most of my attempts to write horror end up, dark, kinky, and hilarious. I should write horror.