I've been thinking a lot about my superstitious habit of avoiding writing about anything I'm afraid might actually happen in my life. I've decided that not writing anything awful that could really happen hasn't prevented the awful things that have happened in my life, so why do I feel constrained? I certainly haven't conjured up any paranormally hot males who lust after me with my current writing, either, more's the pity.
I have had some strange things happen with my art and writing, sometimes things do happen that I wrote about or create some picture of. It may be a premonition, (I'm a pseudo hippie Interfaith minister and artist, I'm allowed to believe in those), but even if it is, the writing down of it IS NOT what caused it. So...
I'm going to take a deep breath, and let some of my not so happy or horny ideas into my writing. (I know, I know you're already thinking Damn how much worse will it get? Poor Valane is already fucked up nine ways to Hell, but note that I didn't describe much of the awfulness of his life, just hinted it) So be prepared for a few more ugly moments in the sequel to Slave to the Vampire King as we see a little more of Jain's nastiness, Vitar's desperate fight against the evil of his father's reign, and Lucaine's battle against his own desires.
But I am still who I am, so... don't worry its not likely to be therapy inducing. Not likely...
