The first thing he said to me when I answered the phone was… ‘Luke, you are a twisted, sick fucker’. That was his exact phrase. At first, I wasn’t sure how to take his choice of words, but then I soon saw them as a compliment, as he continued to speak.
He had taken the time to indulge himself with the audio-book for ‘When there’s no more room in Hell: Part I’. I realise now that what he said was positive, in a strange sort of way. Especially seeing as he has also bought part II and III of the series.
The reason for his referral to my state of mind, was because of my writing style. I’m a big believer in detail, and drawing the reader into the story. Maybe not to the extent that Stephen King would, describing a coffee cup and taking a whole chapter to do so, but nevertheless, I like to build an atmosphere and set the scene. However, for some people, a maternity ward being overrun by zombies was a little too well described and hard to stomach as a result.
Anyway, back to my plate of liver, with fava beans. Pass me the chianti…..