Yep, that's me. Seer of dead imaginary things. I really appreciate my weirdness, though. Without it, I wouldn't be able to write about Countesses possessing people, voodoo warlocks, half-angels, zombies, vampires, ghosts... geez. Creepy, much??
|Just some weird pic on the internet, but exciting to stumble across if I were hiking!!|
I still stare at this one cemetery moment EVERY DAY for the last two years as I drive to work and tirelessly think of a story in which that amazing dedication to the dead can take center stage in my next manuscript.
For anyone that wants to chat, let me know if there is some weird item in your daily life that sets your imagination on fire. I'd love to hear about it!