My antagonists lurk deep within me, and when I write about them, their stories emerge without struggle. Each evil thought, each twisted idea that they wish to carry out is readily at my fingertips, sometimes without me even knowing it was there.
And they take on a life of their own. It is my antagonists – my truly evil “bad guys” – who make the surprise moves that I never anticipated. They bring surprise, raise suspicion, deliver terror. I love writing about them because they pretty much write themselves, and the stories they have to tell are horrifyingly wonderful.
I don’t know why this is. Perhaps it is the dark animal that lies within every human being: a Heart of Darkness type beast waiting to be set free; or, it could be some pent up energy that I keep repressed and is anxious for release. Maybe it is just my ridiculous imagination. Or maybe, it is much easier to write about something I pray I'll never become.
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