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Writing is like plunging your own hand inside your chest and ripping your own heart out, then throwing it on a plate and presenting it to complete strangers.

Even when the characters just come to you fully formed, ones you think you can't have anything in common with by any stretch of the imagination - zombies, ghost whores, insurance salesman - there is some thread of commonality, some part of you in there, whether you want to admit it or not. These are your children, and as... (continue reading)

I keep getting constant error messages every time I try and put up a new post. So if you'd like to read Infected in its entirety - and the end, which would have been here (but isn't), please go to Fiction Press. Thank you.

In this segment from chapter 16, Stockholm Syndrome, Roan has found and rescued his client's son, although he had to extract him violently from a bad situation. Now at the hospital, Roan talks with an old boyfriend about an oddity he discovered in Mitchell Henstridge's family, and thinks he figures out who killed Hank DeSilvo.

Although things weren't perfectly clear at the moment, Roan had figured out a workable... (continue reading)