by Jean M. Cogdell
I confess, I don’t–not always.
Sometimes, just when I think I’ve written a real-life character who walks and talks like flesh and blood, boom I’ve created Frank.
You know, that pieced together, patch quilt looking monster that walks like he’s got a stick up his ass. Right, that Frank.
I’m in the beginning stages of a new YA novel, I hope. And fleshing out the characters is more of a challenge that I anticipated.
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