I love writing about bad people. Probably some dark part of my psyche would like me to be more like a bad person. I certainly could fill the part, except that I’ve always been too self conscious about my impact on my surroundings – so, I can’t be really bad, though at times I would really have loved to be.
All that to say that I understand bad people. I know how they think and I can express their needs and motives while having fun writing.
Listeria is certainly a pleasure to write. She’s intelligent and calculating, but with an awful temper. She’s also quite different from the other bad guy who’s also calculating, but cold.
I’ve written about half the chapter tonight and been loving it the whole way!
This is also writing excuses day. The topic was “what makes heroism”. Not as interesting as the last one, but still very good too.
