The Roads in Town

About this time last year I grew weary of demons. Practical or not, it didn´t matter. I could see them out the window, hear them at the door, see their reflections on wet roads.
The process of writing my book involved high levels of concentration. I couldn´t focus with them around me. Couldn´t get any real work done.
I felt in control, but working with McMurphy, my editor, it could feel like having all of your teeth pulled without anesthesia. Lord knows I didn´t need that. Nobody did.