Meet D.M. Hamblin!
Like many people, writing a novel was on my bucket list. But, daily responsibilities left no time for the luxury of writing. In 1995, the tragic death of a co-worker inspired me to do something audacious. The most audacious thing I could imagine was to write that novel. So, I slid a floppy disk into my clunky computer and became the marionette master of a story about being abandoned when I was pregnant. Through writing, I wanted to watch my daughter’s father suffer a slow and painful death, which I expected to enjoy immensely. I had no intention of publishing the story. After all, it was 1995; self-publishing wasn’t an option. My goal was to purge my wrath. So, I typed like a fiend, spattering my fury all over that computer screen. In the process, astonishing things happened. First, I realized that I had no clue what made my ex-boyfriend tick, even though I had known him for seven years. So, I created an antagonist I could understand. Months later, the tale was woven. My antagonist w...