I’ve Got a Confession. I’m a Pussy about Blood.

Ok, there.  I said it.  I’m a pussy when it comes to blood.  And, yes, I plainly see the irony in that, as I am a horror writer. Blood makes me queasy.  The mere sight of it can make my stomach do cartwheels.  My head gets light, and fainting is definitely in the offing.  Real life, Read more about I’ve Got a Confession. I’m a Pussy about Blood.[…]