Dark Water

My dreams of late seem to be inhabited by the sort of dark fucked up stories you might get from guys like Faulkner and Vonnegut and M Night Shamaylan. I don't want to sound ungrateful but that shit is waking me up in a cold damn sweat. I just want to write good stories that people can enjoy. I do not want to be doomed to writing obscure and surreal but deeply subtexted 'literature' for the intellectual elite to sit around doing mental masturbation over. Fuck that. What is wrong with just telling a good and interesting story where people seem real even if they are not and you get a few thrills and a few laughs and maybe learn some cool shit whether you meant to or not.
Maybe you never get the muse you want. But always learn to be grateful for the muse you get. Could be worse. For a while they weren't talking to me at all.