Sam Lake
A Writer in the Dark, Searching for a Typewriter
Stories are living things. Beware what they summon.
I pace between mythologies scrawled on whiteboards and the clack of a battered typewriter. My stories blur genre and fracture reality, because the line between the mundane and the supernatural is thinner than you think. I believe in the power of a well-placed verb, and in the danger of a story that writes itself. When the page is blank, the world is at its most terrifying.
What I'm Into: the static between stations, rain-slicked pavement, empty hotel corridors, fungal horror, the Dark Place
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