I like to put my characters through my own personal Hells. Why should I be the only one to suffer? Shadlyn is, lets say, a bit a mover. Likes to toss. To turn. To throw out the occasional uppercut.

And it’s fine. I don’t mind. We’re in love! I certainly wouldn’t plot her untimely demise every time a wayward limb flies at my unsuspecting head as I lay helpless and peaceful in my bed.

Certainly not.