Today, almost eleven months from the day I sat down and wrote the first scene—maybe nine months from the day I wrote HIS first scene—my villain told me his motivation for doing what he does.
After I’ve finished, and revised and tinkered with all your scenes?
NOW you tell me why you’re such an asshole?
And what kind of motivation is that anyway? I mean seriously. What kind of motivation is “because somebody’s gonna do it, and it might as well be me? Besides the money’s good.”
If he didn’t die at the end of the book, I’d kill him myself.
Oh wait . . . I already did.