I really thought I'd finish the Angel of Death today, or as Rob likes to call it, the Angel of Deaf, (yes, he's a strange boy.) But it was not to be. I just keep extending it. Argh!

Also, can anyone teach me how to write happy things? Seriously, I need to stop churning out murder stories or stories about lies ,deceit, etc.

I had one story that seemed to be a happy tale, right up until I made her kill someone. You may think; "It's your story, change what's written." But it doesn't work that way with me. When I write it's like I'm in a trance, the story just flows out from my brain to the page, and I can't take it back. If I do, it either turns out shit, or even more dark, twisted and gruesome than before.

Not that I don't like gore. on no, when it comes to books, I want something that will give me nightmares for WEEKS or I will not be happy. Crickley Hall is one such book, man I love it. How can someone who produces fairy smut -sorry, erotica- come up with such a chilling tale? Man, If only I had such versatility!