I’ve long known this. Heck, I think we all know this. One of the reasons I love romance novels so much–I’m always guaranteed a happy ending. (Something that isn’t always present in real-life.)

I’ve been doing research again for a book. Okay, I started doing research–checking out Angola prison in Louisiana, once called the “Bloodiest Prison in the U.S.”–because the research was related to a proposal I was completing. But then…the work on Angola led me to another idea. An idea for much, much later, but an idea I couldn’t shake. So I did more research.

Last night at 11 p.m., I found myself on the couch, eyes glued to the TV set as I watched Lockup. Okay, if you’ve never seen Lockup before (on MSNBC), well, it’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s gory, it’s frightening, and it will make you never, ever want to be locked inside a prison. My husband passed by as I was watching the show.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Research.” A prisoner had just confessed that he killed his mother and ate her brains. “Don’t watch,” I warned, meaning it. “You’ll get sucked in.”

Five minutes later, he was still standing over my shoulders, his mouth hanging open.

Scary stuff–scarier even than the things I imagine for some of my serial killers.

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