I had such high hopes when I met Natalie Griffiths for the first time. She had just died (Stroke. Felled her like a tree.) without finishing her cigarette and she was bent on having another, however long it took. While she argued her case with her account manager Natalie managed to cause the death of her husband and antagonise said manager so much that she, the manager, bungled the procedure of preparing two deceased for the after life. On top of it all, Natalie — and her husband — escaped from the waiting room of the Great Beyond setting the stage for many ghost adventures. And a cigarette, obviously. Continue reading When Characters Go Rogue
Yesterday, I sat in the kitchen with my notebook and my pen with the rubber zombie head cap, jotting down notes for the next chapter in the second draft of what I’m tentatively calling A Hunter of Dreams. it sounds a bit cheesy, I know. Possibly a lot. But as I sat there and made my main character stuff herself with fried chicken and garlic bread in anticipation of a torturous death I realised I was thinking about her as a real person. I thought about all of them as real people. Continue reading An idea. A face.