You can’t get the blood out.
I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.
I recalled something I’d read a long time ago about Satan. When he appeared, it wouldn’t be as a demon but as an ordinary-looking guy with a convincing message of peace.
Creating characters is easy. It’s getting them to behave that’s the problem.
It’s amazing how fast you can write when there’s a gun to your head.
To write is to stand at the edge of a bottomless well, unafraid of falling in.
So here I am writing my zombie story and my lead character decides to betray me.
