All this time to sit around at home and…write. Right? (Picture me rolling my eyes…) Right. Loads of time to write – as my husband suddenly wants to purge the entire house and keeps coming up with projects for us both to do because he’s climbing the walls. As my children fight constantly because they are always, well…together.
Pushed to the limits of her sanity, Caitlin must find a way to heal newly broken relationships while continuing to hunt for the psychopath intent on playing games with her life.
When I read a book, I don’t see words on a page. I see a movie in my mind. It's as if a screen has opened wide and I can see the characters as they act out the plot. It blew my mind when I found out this didn’t happen for everybody.
Writing is something you do alone. It’s a profession [...]
If you are not moved to tears as you pen the death of a character you love, or some other tragedy befalls him or her, how can you expect the reader to care enough to shed tears? Likewise, if everything that happens is expected, well…the reader will find the plot and characters predictable and boring.
