Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?

I'm not sure whay I've been drawn to this subject, except that murder is a subject that has always drawn people for as long as people have been telling stories.

Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.

It's hard for me to show work while I'm writing, because other people's comments will influence what happens.

All those layers of silence upon silence.

There is to me about this place a smell of rot, the smell of rot that ripe fruit makes. Nowhere, ever, have the hideous mechanics of birth and copulation and death -those monstrous upheavals of life that the Greeks call miasma, defilement- been so brutal or been painted up to look so pretty; have so many people put so much faith in lies and mutability and death death death.

Character, to me, is the life's blood of fiction