Maybe a little too much? Sometimes I wish I could just write a straightforward book, in which likable characters pursue recognizable goals. Wouldn't it be fun to get a puppy? Or a date to the school dance?
But for whatever the reason, my mind doesn't work that way. Even if I start to write a simple ghost story about a family who moves into a creepy house, something twists in my mind. And before you know it, I get obsessed with the idea of how much fun it would be to tell the story from the POV of the ghost.
|Cover by Jaime Zollars|
When a character is already dead, she's got nothing to lose.
When a character has been murdered, she has a lot of anger.
When a character was a younger sister, she seethes with resentment.
And when a character has been abandoned by her family just because, well, she is dead, and her only companions are bats and spiders and mice, then she won't be a very pleasant person.
Yet somehow that character befriends a girl named Hannah--perhaps because Hannah has her own sorrows? Or maybe because they both love books?
There are limits to how close such a friendship could be unless........
If the ghost really wants Hannah to be her BEST FRIEND FOREVER, then something pretty terrible must happen.
As much as we enjoy journeying to those frightening places, it's even nicer to come out of the dark to a happy ending.