The nefarious switch (excerpt included).

 

I have spent my morning doing research. And like most research I do, I lose myself down that deep, dark tunnel, coming out thinking I’m more of an expert than before. This is a part of the writing process and like with creative people, we like to convince others that we know what the hell we’re doing.

I recovered after watching this last video, but was left worried. As a horror/thriller writer, I often coat myself in the blood of my characters and become them for however long I need to. Yes, this is fiction, but how am I supposed to make a sociopath convince you that his murderous actions are logical? I have to tell you what you need to hear. Manipulate you into thinking my thoughts are your own. Falsely empathize to assure you that I am good people and of sound mind.

What I fear is that on/off switch that’s flipped in my brain when I need it to benefit my writing. So that I may disgust you, make your bones ache, force you to cry for me, sympathize with me, lust for me.

I could never see myself ever turning into these things; that’s not in my natural behavior. But, I wonder: How dangerous is this switch? If I can imitate both a psychopath and sociopath, what does that make me?

Speaking of crazy, here’s an extended excerpt from book two!!

 

 

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Erika Damn Castle!

I've always been told that I'm an adventurous girl and I cannot deny any of it. I would love to see the world and experience all of the stories it has to tell me. I am a child of the arts, developing my senses in music, painting, sketching, crafting, et cetera. But writing... it was a talent I believe I was born with. I'm not saying I'm an amazing (grammatically correct) author, just that I'm a natural storyteller. I can remember from the time that I learned how to read and write, I was eager to create my own world. I would scribble out tons of poems and short stories, then forcibly share them with my family (or even with my classmates). One of those stories resulted in the creation of this blog. Black Tears. As a child with an already wild imagination, I would always have these equally crazy dreams. One of those dreams was so vivid, that I awoke in the middle of the night and jotted down everything I could remember. From that point, the dream evolved into a poem, then a short story, and then to a complete story. It is the fruit of my 20 year procrastinating labor, and has been published into a book (the first of its series). Tune in to stay updated on the growth of myself as an author and the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have loved creating it! XX , Erika

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