It is kind of scary, but a lot of your writing--other than Children of the Damned--is based off of your basic life-style and personality. Even in Damned, you have one character based off of yourself.
More like pixie. She's supposed to resemble me, since she was me in my dream, but she isn't me, from what she's evolved into. I'll try to find an image of what I'm talking about.
Brothers and sisters, next up is the air freshener vampire. She might look like you mama, or your old fat-ass, fat aunt Fanny. She smells something unpleasant in what you're creating. She'll urge you to "spray" it with some pine fresh smell 'em ups. The air freshener vampire doesn't want you to write about bad language, blood, or blow jobs. She wants you to clean it up and clean it out. Which will leave your work toothless, gutless, and crotchless but you'll be left with two tight paragraphs all kittens that your grandma would be so proud of. You look at that air freshener vampire in her fat ass, fat old fuckin' face.