Okay, so my boys are learning to drive.
Actually, we’ve been at it a while now. But yesterday, while one of them was driving and I was sitting in the passenger seat, I thought for the first time “Geesh, why do I have to live in this time period where it is dangerous to even let them leave the house alone?”
Then, I heard a voice in the car, and no, it was not from the kid in the backseat – “life has always been dangerous. Two hundred and seventy years ago . . .
It finally happened. I put a character into a such a stressful situation, I had to get up and walk away from the computer.
Poor David.
And it was all Jackson’s fault, sort of.
I love writing. I love the craft of creating the characters, giving them their own little strengths and weaknesses, putting them into situations they can’t seem to find any way out of.
