Sometimes I like to find photographs or drawings or paintings of people, and create a character based on the image. For instance, look at this guy. I imagine that his name is Pierre, that he speaks in a quiet, raspy voice.
That when you pull that turtleneck down there is nothing but gaping maw, jaw detached like a snake.
Eileen Maksym studied philosophy at Yale and theology at Boston College, and now uses both to write science fiction. Currently she is an academic nomad, following her astrophysicist husband around the world, two kids in tow. When not writing or kid wrangling, Eileen is a hopeless fangirl. She can be found on Twitter (@eileenmaksym) squeeing over her favorite shows, most of which involve famous detectives, dashing time travelers, and creatures that are never, ever referred to as zombies.
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