I go straight from thinking about my narrator to being him.
I guess I just couldn't see standing there -- alive, talking, thinking, breathing, being -- one second, and dead the next. It really bothered me. Death by violence isn't the same as dying any other way, accident or disease or old age. It just ain't the same.
He sure put things into words good.
Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy
Nothing sparkly can stay.
My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.