So here I am trying to write the story that started in my husband’s head. This started out as a really dark story. There wasn’t supposed to be any humor or light-heartedness. But I just can’t help myself. Although the story is a tragic one in many ways, I just can’t keep my remarks to myself. Well, my characters’ remarks. I’m already writing banter between the reaper demon and the guardian angel. They are at odds with each other, but it wasn’t supposed to be snarky. But it is. I guess that’s how it’s going to be. I really hope my husband isn’t disappointed at how the story is going. But I have to write in my own voice. and it’s sometimes a little snarky, even in the darker books. So that’s how it is.