OK It's Official, I'm One Sick B*@&H.

I was moving right along on my newest book and decided I wanted to make 100% sure that I was getting something right.  Now I'm not stupid by any means but neither do I consider myself to be some major know it all with the IQ of SC of a certain tv show.  I'm just reasonably smart.  That having been said then that only leaves one obvious conclusion.  I really am one sick bitch and people should hide their little children from me and lock their doors at night should I happen to be around.

The thing I was checking to make sure that I had my facts down was on the decomposition of a carcass's decay especially in a body of water.  Now in that part no biggy really except there was a certain little statement made in the piece I was reading that made me stop and come to the conclusion I'm nuts and maybe even crazy. 

What was that little statement?  Well it went something like this and I'm not going to bother with an exact quotation of the whole thing.  'An experienced killer will poke holes in the abdominal area, and all that goes with that, to keep a body from filling with methane gas thereby lowering the chances that it will float to the surface.

That one little tidbit was not something I had thought to research before storing my little trophies, I should say my creatures trophies, under about twenty feet of water.  I came up with this one all on my own.  That particular idea didn't even come into the equation except this thing wanted to keep his little prizes to himself and didn't want to share them after he took great pleasure in making his victims die a rather horrible death.

So I submit to you does this sound like my mind is a place of pretty colors and happy thoughts or am I the true monster here who has chosen to live my fantasies in books instead of becoming the next female serial killer.  Who knows but maybe...

Sleep well tonight and have happy dreams.