Here’s the kicker, we weren’t necessarily talking about our books. This is the way we talk. We’re both lovers of anything horror. Yes, we write horror. Is it good? We’ve both been told we are but that is the opinion of some and I’m sure not all. I have actually one had one bad review that I know of and as I wrote in an earlier blog, the name Steven King isn’t on my birth certificate. As for any bad reviews for the other writer, that up to her to disclose whether or not she has any but I doubt it, the only thing I’ll say outside I love reading her stuff is that no one is safe where she goes. You like that character and think it is a main one, oops, they meet a bloody end quick. No joke this lady has one scary mind. Here is a funny little tidbit about her, she spooks easily. I love it. She can have a monster, spook, or crazy person come out of nowhere and mangle and murder its victim but she quickly can scare herself.
Back to the title. Where that came from was that conversation that prompted the statement from the other friend.
My friend. “Thank you. We are so similar, we think alike. I am still smiling over our discussing the Pink Roses. You said a little blood? I said oh of course! Like most people would offer a little cream in coffee or tea! Lmao! Only us Cathy as though that conversation was perfectly normal. I went back and reread dying laughing at us. Our friendship is invaluable to me.”
Me. Honey blood is like sugar and cream to us. Hell blood is what you make desert out of and I drain it like the hot water from noodles.”
We can both laugh at our conversations but sometimes we both wonder if there is something a little screwed up in our brains. I mean what we do to some of the characters we give birth to is not pretty. Yes it probably has all been done before but I love doing it from the victim’s perspective and hell my friend just loves killing people. Oh what started this last conversation was her tripping over one of our other ones and it sent her into laughter.
Deb you are my friend, my colleague, my sounding board, and at times my mentor. Thank you for coming into my life. You have been a gift from above.