Author Override is the place where authors take the reins and take you on a journey into their world. Some may allow you into their private writing dens. Others may take you along with them on research trips or interviews. Whatever the case may be, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride because here you’ll get an in-depth look into an author’s musings.
It was a cold frosty early morning as I walked through the graveyard on the way to meet my friend for coffee in the village. Snow had fallen like a fine powder the night before covering the path and the tops of the gravestones. The air was crisp and fresh and I could see my breath. I folded my arms around my chest in an effort to keep warm and picked up my pace. I was never comfortable walking through the cemetery. It was always deserted and eerie as you would expect but it was too much of a tempting short cut to the village, especially on a cold morning. Today it felt and looked more sinister than usual under the umbrella of heavy grey cloud. There was somebody watching my progress along the path. I was sure of it. I glanced around the tombstones looking for signs of life. At first, there was no indication of anyone around but a second look had me taking a sharp in breath.