My husband and I lounged on the couch watching YouTube highlights from Stanley Kubrick’s movie The Shining. Images flashed on our TV screen of the maze, the twins, elevator purging a tide of blood, followed by multiple formats of typeface repeating “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Wendy’s fingers scrambled through the pages on Jack’s desk as she discovered her husband had completed a full manuscript comprised of a single ten-word sentence encapsulating his madness. Without glancing over to me, my husband said, “That’s why I never look over your shoulder to read what you write.”
An aging writer emerging from a long period of dormancy, Karin Round lives and works north of Boston.