Circle of Trust

Writers, like all creative people, tend to be a secretive bunch. We don’t always like folks to look at our work while it is in progress, usually because it is ugly and we know it needs some work.

But we are also people who crave understanding by those close to us, and so we choose who we will talk to about our projects. Many times it is trusted individuals we like to bounce ideas off of or brainstorm with.

Yesterday, my parents were visiting and I explained my brilliant story idea that I was tackling for NaNoWriMo. It is a bit of a departure from my usual lines but it feeds the darkness inside me while I’m also writing a Rom-Com.

As I got farther and farther along, my mother started making comments about how grisly the story sounded. My dad was more intrigued by the mystery part. As I told the end, my mother said it sounded too gory and that maybe she didn’t want to read it.

I was a bit disappointed, as my mother reads all my books before they’re published to see if I’ve dropped a plot point I hadn’t intended.

My dad said he thought the ending would satisfy the justice we all crave.

Without missing a beat, my mom said, yeah, but the serial killer has to know and fear what is about to happen to him. She wanted him to suffer for there to be justice.

I just smiled, because really, that’s what I had intended all along:D.

Until next time.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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