My son had an argument with gravity. Gravity won. Since in the days following my ability to retain information was around the same level as filling a sieve with water - I wrote him a diary for when he woke up. My family and friends encouraged this behaviour.
My name on the cover is usually a big give-away.
I'm still discussing this with my therapist.
Anyone can write something shocking, I wanted to write something dark enough to stick with you when the book is closed.
All of them, to varying degrees.
"What's the quickest and safest way to give someone hypothermia?"
'What's the best drug to use to render someone unconscious but able to feel?'
Kellan - he's as unhinged as I am.
Styx - if he appears he can absolutely go away, I'm going nowhere with him.
Read Clinical Judgement. That's an entire collection of them.
I plan nothing - that way I'm never disappointed by the outcome.
Word counts - it takes as long as it takes. I'm not shortening a story to stick to a pre-conceived notion of how big a book should be.
I will delete entire chapters if they don't fit. I do not care.
Anything remotely sensible.
Violence.
Because there's only so much plot armour I can stomach before I stop believing in the premise.
There's never any consequences.
Anyone with a strong stomach, unhinged mind, and a penchant for chaos.
A Happy Ever After - nothing is safe here.
"Do you think it's a step too far?" (For those curious the reply was - "For you? No.")
No, I scare myself with how many I can have in a day.
Usually sleep deprivation and a rabbit hole I've made with an excavator.
I write story-led, not genre-led. It ends up where it ends up, that's future me's problem.
Sarcasm, caffeine and spite.
That I’m probably not going to behave like an author is “supposed” to. I swear, I question everything, I take tropes apart to see how they work, and I have a bad habit of turning passing thoughts into entire books. I write dark things, but I’m not interested in darkness for the sake of looking edgy. I like consequences, uncomfortable questions, complicated people and humour in places it probably shouldn’t be. If you need everything neat, romanticised and genre-compliant, I’m probably going to irritate you. If you like your fiction a little feral, welcome.