It must be the best praise ever when your husband comes stomping down the stairs at eleven p.m., glaring angrily at you as you fix the daughter's lunch bag, and points at you, accusing you for writing such scary stuff that he can't sleep... *feeling immensely satisfied*
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See AllToday, I wanted to talk about something that has nothing at all to do with my writing, but with the writing of the wonderful German...
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Around 2009-2010, while writing ‘Lost,’ I began to get several Field Researcher stories popping up into my head, and it was around that...
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It’s interesting how characters work when you’re writing about them. In ‘Of Darkness Born’, I kind of introduced a Field Researcher named...
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