*Okay, I don’t know if this blog hop belongs to Katie, but she’s the one who hooked me up, so she gets the credit!
Hi everyone from Katie’s blog! I thought it might be nice to post a little something here for you, even though today technically isn’t a scheduled post day. LE GASP! Posting off-schedule? Am I sick?! Continue reading →
When Max moved to America, he wanted to build his home in a completely isolated place so he wouldn’t have to deal with things like neighbors or police or SWAT teams–just in case, you know, one of his victims escaped the dungeon. He chose Wyoming, because back then, the only people in Wyoming were Native Americans, rugged mountain men and (eventually) Mormon pioneers who were really optimistic until the winter showed up.
Max’s ranch is near Rock Springs, but how near? Pfft like I know. He keeps it hidden, and he’s been spending a lot of money buying up all the land that he can. His tiny little ranch house is just a blip on the huge tract of land that he owns.
So, where does the most monstrous creature in the history of Earth call home? Check it out.
When I started writing Vorator, I didn’t really know what I was doing or where I was going. The early drafts are soooooo different than the final version (Brian didn’t exist, then he was a girl, then he didn’t exist again).