Next Stop... Sociopath Street.

I'm never short on ideas when it comes to writing. It honestly feels like I think up something new everyday. I had the image of a young woman watching her boyfriend enter a house and when he came out of the house, he was covered in blood. What if you knew your beloved was a serial killer? What if you were torn between your head and your heart? You know that you should tell someone because what he's doing is so wrong. But the way you feel about him in your heart is so right. Except for that one minor little setback well, maybe a major set back. That's what I'll explore while writing my next novel. So what matters more to you? The matters of the mind or the matter of the heart?