Yup the words have come back, slowly but surely. As I told you all on Friday one my WiP's titled - The Collector - has been bothering me, and just the other day I wrote a little for him. I don't plan on telling the story in first person but I think he wanted me to get to know him a little better, so this is what he had to say.
Killing isn't easy. It's a form of an art, the act of passion. Some would disagree with me, then again they'd be wrong. If you have a passion for art, writing, knitting it is all the same as killing, mine is just the illegal approach. When you are handed a gift you aren't meant to throw it away. My shop is organized to the smallest little details. It needs to be I need to know if something is missing, if something is moved. It isn't easy to keep someone hostage, especially the one's who have much strength. I'm tall, average height, there is nothing special about me. I make regular trips into town, kick the ball with the local soccer team, talk to the women in the bakery, talk sports when appropriate, my life is no different then anyone else's, my job is just my passion, a lot of people can't say that, but I can. It doesn't pay the bills, then again that's what Melody is for. She works for me, and she's my wife.
Does she know you ask? She does. It's how we met. I couldn't kill her, she would have been my first but when I met her and she spoke I was smitten. Yes even killers can love, it's not beyond them.
He's quite the piece of work, and trust me when I say I've been learning several new things about him - thanks to several episodes of Criminal Minds - he's given me the dreams I both love and hate. They are both terrifying and insightful into the mind of a killer. I just hope I tell the story well. I hope you enjoyed it.