I've been a writer for 13 years, and doing fiction for the past 7. People should know me well enough by now to expect more than a bit of weird out of me, especially when I'm working on a novel. Add that I've actually been working on 2 pieces with a supernatural bend of late and, well, you shouldn't be as surprised as you are. At least, I thought they knew me better than that. I'm disappointed to find out that they don't.
George R.R. Martin is notorious for killing off characters in A Song of Ice and Fire and the Game of Thrones series based on the novels, but I bet people in Albuquerque aren't digging in his backyard looking for corpses. And here I am an indie author in Columbia, SC, and people freak over what I believe and what I'm thinking. I don't understand it. As a writer, I'm an artist, and you go where the art takes you. If you fear the darkness in life and humanity, fine - just don't project it on me. The darkness does exist, and I'm not afraid to explore it through fiction. Many people find that easier than dealing with the demons that pester us head on. Does my research freak you out? It's fiction for goodness sake - believe what you want. Am I pissed off because I'm not talking much? You should be glad I'm being quiet for a change. Does the fact that I'm pondering on truths that are uncomfortable scare you? Yea, that whole thinking thing is a bad habit of mine. I do it all the time, so why worry about it now? Dig for skeletons if you must, but please resod the yard when you're done.
People have some weird ideas about me. Well, go on and have them. Far be it from me to even delve in your head when my own is full enough. I'm an opportunist. If you give me the power, I'll take it. The question is, what are you up to if you're projecting this amazing stuff on me? Now I'm interested to see where this is going. Sometimes, reality really is stranger than fiction.
There's that darn psychology degree being a pain again, eh ;)
That's all today. Take care, and have a good week.