Horror, Historical Fiction
When I am writing, my mind is singularly focused in a quest to tell a story. I want the reader to journey with me, but not just come along for the ride. I ultimately want him or her to take the wheel, to feel the bumps and bruises for themselves, to laugh, cry, squirm, or grimace despite themselves. It’s not just finding the right word, but also the correct point of view, the proper voice, the right sentence make-up, the appropriate story structure, building the best and most telling fictive world to bring life to the characters. I agree with Stephen King that stories are found things, like fossils, and getting them out of the ground in one piece is both the substance and the art of the craft.
For me, writing is an intimate act, and I leave a piece of myself in each story.