The Original “Born This Way”

People often ask me how I come up with ideas for my stories. I say there are people inside my head who are screaming to get out. They are good, bad, and everything in between. They live, love, and laugh like anyone else. I’m haunted by them until I let them out to play. When I say “out to play”, I mean I rarely have control over how my characters progress through a story. They have a mind of their own and do what they want until I write The End. Sometimes not even The End is really the final chapter because there could always be more.

I would never claim to be an Ernest Hemingway, but we do have at least two things in common. He was a storyteller and a terrible speller. We were born this way.