Story: Trevor, a lonely photographer’s assistant, is busy scanning old negatives. Winds outside the studio swirl as a thunderstorm strikes. Someone is at the door. She is beautiful, somehow familiar, "Eve," she says. Their unexpected meeting reveals a peculiar connection, but her odd behavior suggests she might not be telling the whole truth. Something is wrong with this picture.
Idea: When I began writing "The Negative," the words were arriving on their own. You know that almost scary side of inspiration? When the concepts and phrases come in like a comet, with such scorching speed and heat that you can barely keep up? That's how it started. After “manic-writing” the first two pages the heat dissipated, I felt a chill. I wondered if I was alone at home. I re-read the first bit. It was creepy in a subtle way, and honest underneath. There was no turning back, I'd have to keep going. That was two years and 22 drafts ago.