Truthfully, my life has been no picnic. Childhood was great but for about twenty five years after it, it was pretty awful. Traumatic actually. That's probably where the horror comes from. Those years tore into my soul and left a presence. Just the way it is. That presence is what I tapped into when I was married and wrote all that work.
I have written about hell, but now I really know what it feels like since my husband's death. I'm still clawing my way back. But I'm writing again and feel like myself. I have a work in progress which is going well.