Life Imitates Art
OK, so get this: In November, I write this silly vampire novel and one of my girl vampires – entirely without my permission – gets herself knocked up. In December, I start a short story in which one of the characters, you guessed it, gets herself knocked up (by an evil supernatural creature, no less). And let’s not even going to get into my strange fascination with the resident Mama Spider and her reproductive proclivities... In any case, a couple days after starting the short story, I spend a day home from work on the couch because I’m sick. And starving at the same time. And my period is late. Yeah, yeah, you’re very smart: got myself knocked up. Creepy, just plain creepy... No really, it’s eerie, I’m telling you. It’s like my subconscious knew all about it, while the rest of my brain was occupied cranking out NaNo-muck. And non-NaNo-muck, for that matter. The timing is really weird, too. I mean, we had always sorta planned on two and I didn’t really like the idea of Ms....