How do I make time for writing? Easy. I don’t do housework. It’s filthy in here, which is great inspiration for horror writing.
What’s that smell? I’ll work it into the story.
The spots on my windows blur the outside world into a Monet of greens, browns, and blues. My character’s vision is failing.
Animal hair on the carpeting would suffocate allergic visitors. A crazy cat lady shuts the door after her guest enters, and waits for her victim’s airways to constrict before feeding the corpse to the cats.
Baseboards are blackened with a layer of grime that reminds the protagonist of the thick, greasy gunk found under the victim’s fingernails.
Clutter and filth make it more difficult for investigators to find useful clues, right?
Perhaps I’ll stew in this mess for a bit longer while I create a soul-sucking creature out of the dust-bunnies and lost cheerios under the couch.
The problem is… I prefer a tidy workspace, but the thought of cleaning it sucks the soul out of me harder than any creature imaginable.