I don't know what I'm going to do until suddenly I'm doing it. My right elbow dries back like a piston lending square in his solar plexus. He grunts in the explosion of air and starts to fold up. Well, I'll make it real, right? When I'm writing I steal from myself all the time. So steal events that have happened to me or thoughts that have had or things that I like. I'm April Henry and I write mysteries and thrillers for teens and adults.