I know I’ve said it before, but I LOVE writing the villain. I don’t mean a cardboard mustache-twirler though. I mean a bad guy with depth. A man (or woman, man in the story I’m writing now) who’s bad and knows he’s bad. A man who has the motivation to be bad, at least in his own twisted reality. He’s doing malevolent, eeeevul things because he has a reason. If it’s done right, the reader can maybe almost–almost–sympathize with him.
And the only thing I like more than writing the bad guy is having the bad guy reap his karma.