Today is one of those weird days.  You know the ones- the kind we as writers wish for and fear at the same time- the kind where we wonder if we're too close to our work.  Sometimes out characters come to us, appearing as realistic as you or me.  We can hear their voices, smell their scents and get blown away by the way they become a mental itch that we just can't scratch.  Today is one of those days.

The character that came to visit me today is Specter- the velvet-clad vampire guitarist from my current work, Sex Blood and Rock 'n' Roll.  Not the lead character, but important just the same.  Plays a '54 Stratocaster and though he is a real devil he makes angels weep with that thing.  He has the wildest eyes that, once you see them, make you realize why he keeps them behind those rose-tinted granny glasses.  That look- oh, that look! That east end London dialect and platinum blond hair.  Not what I was expecting but as writers we just accept what our characters are.  Found out interesting tidbits about him.  He's seen the black death and Black Sabbath and survived them both.  Needless to say I wasn't expecting such a visit but I'm very happy he decided to stop by. 

                                                   Mary