I’ve dropped some flowers onto the blog recently, to make myself look a bit more innocent while I write dark stories.
Look at me, I’m not scary — I like flowers!
I have a theory — more of a hunch perhaps — that if you write dodgy stories, your readers will wonder if you’re a dodgy person. A friend of mine wrote a book recently, and was asked, ‘Is it biographical?’
It’s inevitable, and even if she says no, everyone will still wonder.
In the same way, there’s always one real-life reader who goes all squealy over published stories (I bet that was about me, look, the character’s got a cat that behaves like my dog, and we have the same shoe size, it’s me in disguise!) No, it’s not.
(Unless it is.)
So, yes, I am writing terrible, evil, creepy stories, and counterbalancing this with pretty flowers on the web. This one — above — is a clematis.
(In real life, it’s been chopped down.)
Ha, you had us all cosy and then you ended with that killer line about the chopped clematis.
That’s me, cosy, and yet also mean.