For the indie author writing cross-genre fiction, there are two major hurdles: ebook returns and one-star reviews.
He carried a blank book and a soft-tipped pen with him wherever he went. When he needed to write, he wrote. Each feeling, each idea, each moderately interesting thought would force him to stop what he was doing, pull out his tools, and write about it.
When a man’s car unexpectedly dies in the road, his attention is drawn to a young girl standing in a nearby field. [Horror Short Story]