Grace Huang is not under your bed. She does not have three ghastly, wormy, possibly haunted bisque dolls from about 1900, and she does not convince herself that whenever she doesn't write a page before bed, they'll knock on her bedroom door at night holding an unwashed butter knife… Which isn't dangerous, per se, but is still enough to motivate her. This way, she can live to write and write to live. This is not a warning.