I’ve been questioned a lot more than usual this week about my books; mostly the dark content within them, the saucy bits and the language. Seems some people are surprised by what I write. I even overheard a comment; “how does someone this sweet write about such terrible things?”
Well, naturally I’m flattered to hear some think I’m sweet. I find the comments and questions quite amusing. I realize people who don’t know me well might judge my character by what I write, so for them, here it is….I’m actually a fairly cheerful person with plenty of friends and I write fiction.
I know some of my author friends who face the same thing; people wonder if we’re twisted, and we’d probably be the first to admit we are. I find the mind fascinating. I like to let mine go, let it explore, and see where it wanders. Here’s where it wandered this week:
He longed for tonight, for Charles Dean to die a horrible death and lose it all.
This is the opening line of my 4th novel.
I wonder why my phone has stopped ringing………….