Have you always been a writer of the macabre?
It strikes me kind of funny, for when I started, I never once thought about writing anything that could be classified as the macabre. I started out writing newspaper articles and movie reviews. When I first branched out on my own, I wrote stories about love and goodness and life. My first novel ~ that still remains hidden away in the closet ~ is about career, growth and struggle, a real coming-of-age book about trying to find a place in this life. Through that book, I guess I was also trying to find mine.
I'm not sure what turned things around for me.
One day I was all pink and posy ~ and the next, dark and defective.
I remember hearing an author make a suggestion to write about what you know, and I thought I had written that way. But the truth is, I was never really honest with myself or my work ~ and I think it showed.
I woke up one day and realized I was a fake. Okay, maybe that's a little harsh. After all, we all have two sides, just like a coin. And I had used up all my good.
Now, I needed to pursue the other side.
The dark side.
The one who had been calling to me since my youth.
And I try my best to give it a voice.