Honestly, sometimes I feel like the “Notes from the 422nd Annual Wraiths for Writing Conference” is just for me. Ghosts, odd, never-ending academic conferences, the way the entries are sweet and creepy at the same time. And that line–“Sometimes a person’s voice after death is like a mirror after it’s been shattered.”–it just breaks me in two. I feel proud that such a sentence could exist and jealous that I didn’t write it.
So, aside from my goal of someday writing something that makes people feel how they feel when they listen to Karen Dalton’s version of “Katie Cruel,” I now want to write something that creeps me out as much as “Sometimes a person’s voice after death is like a mirror after it’s been shattered.” It’s so wonderful.