A Bounce Book

I have posed this idea to friends and fellow writers before, but lately it seems to be an insidious bother. Much to my dismay, my intrepid chipping away at The Key has been failing me. Sadly, as I am truly fond of this concept and wish to do it justice. I just find that if I punt away at a piece, instead of allowing the creativity to strike me at the appropriate times, my writing suffers. So, although I would love to simply force myself to create the perfect novel, it seems wholly impossible.

Consequently, I have started looking into why I feel lackadaisical toward my baby, the apple of my eye, insofar as novel-writing is concerned. Having encountered this same dilemma with Bought in Blood, from time to time, I have reached the conclusion that it must be due to close proximity to the material. The longer I spend working on a novel, the less time I want to spend near to it because I start to discredit my decent writing by convincing myself that it is terrible and should be deleted. Unfortunately, I am somewhat impulsive, and these moments of self-depreciation do, in fact, lead to me deleting my work, an action which results in me tearing my hair out in frustration once I have regained my sanity.

My solution to this problem is to create a bounce-book, a remedy for a certain strain of writer’s block. I have always wanted to write a romance (but sadly I tend to add in non-romantic themes, such as BDSM and emotional abuse) and so, I think I shall take this opportunity to do so. I will attempt (not promise, as this is a rather large undertaking I am considering, based on everything else I need to do) to write the standard thousand words a day on The Key, but if I should find myself wanting to eradicate my work, I can switch to the bounce-book to alleviate my distress.

Anyhoo, here is my proposal for a YA romance:

Twyla Landry is beautiful, fifteen, popular, and standing on the precipice of a canyon of possibilities. She is planning her future as a marine biologist, impatiently awaiting her sweet sixteen birthday party, and weighing the virtues and dangers of losing her virginity.

But she is also dying.

Diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia, Twyla is working at correcting the wrongs she has committed in her young life before her time runs out. But coming to terms with her fate is not the worst challenge facing Twyla. With the fortuitous meeting of the debonair and peculiar Griffin Templeton, she must contemplate an entirely new possibility – being allowed to live.

Oh… Kay… So maybe it isn’t quite as easy-going as I had intended for a simple piece of literature, but I look forward to it, nonetheless.

 

Lafaeyette

The Versatile Blogger Award

A nice surprise for the day – Thank you, Lily Wight for this. It is really motivating to see that others enjoy the silliness that traipses through our heads as much as we do 🙂 You are a darling!

Another fifteen truly spectacular blogs:

Walking in Shadow

Darkwriter Writings

Tornadoday

Simple Pleasures

Robin Coyle

M.S. Fowle

Ramblings of Everything

Thoughtsinblogform

Theanonyblogger

Bornoutofbourbon

Push Me Farther

Five Reflections

The Harem’s Master

Dean J. Baker

A Faded Romantic’s Notebook

Seven things about myself?

Well, I shall tell you about myself and add in Herrflic’s info when he wakes up 🙂

1. I love vampires (okay, maybe that wasn’t a stretch of the imagination),

2. I owned an Aqua CD when I was young (very, very young),

3. My parents bred Rottweiler pups when I was young and I grew up around these big, loveable mutts,

4. I am, in fact, a catholic schoolgirl,

5. My favourite band is H.I.M,

6. I teach English to high school children, and

7. I am a Grammar Nazi (only a little).

 

Lafaeyette

Sanguinem Emere: Bought in Blood

QUERY:

She lost everything when she was taken, while he lost everything to find her, and that’s before things turned supernatural.

A wealthy heir to a flagging, multinational super-corporation is abducted from a seedy bar in the worst part of town, her feet covered in blood without a memory of what brought her there. A down-on-his-luck alcoholic detective sees it happen while in hiding from his estranged wife, the events all too similar to the case that has haunted his career. In captivity, everything she has ever known will fall apart. In finding her, his life will tumble into disarray, as he uncovers the Templeton Family Empire’s darkest secret. A secret Bought in Blood.

BOUGHT IN BLOOD is a 92, 000 word Adult Fantasy.

 

BIOGRAPHY:

Richard Wheeler is a final year Creative Writing student, Freelance Copywriter, and Online Entrepreneur, while Carmen Taxer is a professional editor and freelance copywriter with an Honours Degree in Translation and Professional Writing. Both have a strong online presence, having been at the mercy of the blogger virus, and together they form a team of vampire fanatics, bent on returning the image of the vampire to its former romantic and terrifying glory.

 

FIRST 250 WORDS:

“Come on!”

“Wait, stop. We really need to talk-” Her words are cut-off by a sizzling crack as the flaming roof-strut gives in with a groan. The house is, by now, well on its way to an unstoppable inferno, the blaze from the cellar hungrily licking at the roof and support structure.

“What? Now?! Come on!” His vision swims in the encroaching smoke, his breath strains through clenched teeth, and his hand grips firmly on her upper arm. He starts off, but she will not budge. She seems rooted to the spot.

“Would you like to die here?!” He hisses.

Memories of the evening’s events uncurl in her mind as she absently rubs her blood-covered hands over the front of the torn and ruined towel draped around her, the only defence between her remaining modesty and the outside world. Suddenly she sets off toward the door, slipping like water from his grasp, her feet light. With a curse, he sets out after her.

 Resounding with skittering and wheezing, the house is consumed. Along with all that occurred there.

 

Prologue

Blood. There will always be blood.

The sky opens up gingerly enough for the pale moon to lance through, but not to completely abate the incessant autumn rain.

Blood. It runs though him and over him. The sting of the precipitation in his eyes caressing the red haze over his vision as he stirs spasmodically, his crimson streaked hand reaching painfully slowly to his face, his jaw carefully unclenching.


The psychology of vampirism

When I was a child I developed an obsession (what some would call a dangerous fetish): an unwavering love for vampires. And I did not fall into any category either. If there was any implication that something drank blood and had fangs, I was enamoured. It started out innocently enough, frequently I would sit in front of the television in anticipation of those cartoons and kids’ shows I most favoured and secretly hope for a Halloween special or the hint of something bloody to titillate my fear. But really, it was not the sensation of terror I was after, but rather the squirming rush that bound itself to my fear, the liquid warmth that would make my mind flurry with unthinkable opportunities.

It began in innocence, as all such things do. A crush on a boy. Granted, a boy with fangs… A fictional boy… A boy who drinks blood… But a boy nonetheless. A man that harboured a dark secret; the desire to drink human blood. A hero, really. Someone who fought his nature, tried to remain on the beaten path, tried to tow the line. It started with the Angel’s and Louis’s of the world. It stemmed from the need to love something that does not want to be loved. Lust after something that hints at the vaguest possibility of danger. Something, or someone, that could eventually tear the fragile, human body apart in passionate abandon.

The obsession grew from a simple love for a simple vampire with complex motives and notions. The precursor to Edward Cullen, really. I’m terribly sorry to break this to you, Twilight fans, but your Edward is not an original concept. In all vampire tales there is one. The vampire with a soul, the vampire with human passions, the vegetarian vampire, the man that hates his own monstrous nature and seeks to change it.

When we’re young, this appeals to us, no doubt. We crave the danger of vampirism and we want to dip our toes in that pool ever so gently, trying not to stir the monsters beneath the surface, trying not to get too wet, swirling our feet in misted patterns and thinking ourselves ever-so-daring for stepping outside of our own ignorance to indulge an ‘amoral’ vice. We think ourselves better than the monsters. Good little girls want to change bad boys; they want to be the ones to drag them over to goodness, make them see the bad in their behaviour. Good little girls want a man they can fix. The vampire stereotype of a bad boy, seeking redemption is the perfect outlet. No real danger can be incurred and innocent fantasies remain unspoken.

Gradually, however, that fantasy evolves and transforms into the desire to experience a potentially fatal lust, I suppose. At least, this is the way it was for me and many other girls I have known. And this, Twilight moms, is what will eventually move your daughters. Not Edward any longer, he will become dull and uninteresting, and soppy to them, just as he is to the rest of the world. We start innocently, wanting an emotionally available vampire, a vampire that cares, that is not afraid to talk about his feelings, a Stefan Salvatore. But as we mature so do our needs. Sweet and gentle is no longer acceptable. I want fire, passion, a man that uses the threat of his fangs as a means to dominate me.

Vampires… The ultimate Doms?

Dracula is clearly the Hue Hefner of vampires; everywhere he goes, women are unable to resist his old world, noble charms, despite his age, his reputation as a womaniser, and his strange physical deformities (Hairy palms? Kind of gross when you consider the connotations). His magnetism, his way with people, allows him to control them, makes slaves of them, to the extent that he keeps a number of them to himself and they live only for him.

Let us not forget my personal favourite, Anne Rice’s Lestat de Lioncourt. Beautiful and impetuous, he does what he chooses when he pleases and despite his (often) childish behaviour, no one can deny him, he is adored by most and secretly desired by others. Interview with the Vampire is a study in sadomasochism, really. Louis is alone, miserable, and aching for death when Lestat finds him. He has nothing left (or so he believes) and wants to end his life. But his maker-to-be sweeps in and changes the entire game. Making Louis’s life an erotic combination of love for this strange, nobleman, childish, petulant, and fiercely loyal and protective all at once, but also a misery more intense than living had been, an existence tied to hurting and taking. Lestat spends eighty odd years instructing Louis (albeit badly at times) and binding him, treating him as a treasured lover at times and punishing him for (what is perceived as) bad behaviour at others. Louis spends most of his nights straining against the tethers of his master. And these mannerisms do not change. Even after Lestat’s assumed death, Louis seeks a vampire that can instruct him and teach him and love him as a master. In this he finds Armand, who, of course, has his own masochistic tendencies playing on his past. His relationship with Marius built of him a masochist, but his induction and training with the creatures that kidnapped him from Marius’s home twisted his psyche, moulding him into a sadist.

I could spend reams of pages discussing the bondage relationships inherent in the Vampire Chronicles, but let me continue with another fictional character…

In the Laurell K. Hamilton Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series, one character stands out above the rest, Jean-Claude, the conniving, lustful, and occasionally cruel vampire that finally wins Anita’s love after… How many books did it take? Eight? I lost count. While I do not like the main character, Anita, I do have a world of affection for Jean-Claude who plays an effective game with her. Allowing her to come to him on her own terms and then owning her as both his human servant and lover. Yet again though, I must stop before I digress further. So many vampires to study in this series and a whole universe of taboo sex.

I could remain on this tangent, listing the vampires we love to want. The vampires we wish could keep us as pets, playthings, toys… Zillah, Eric, Damon Salvatore, Asher…. But it all boils down to these inescapable truths: Vampires are not always kind or compassionate, occasionally they are these things, but as a whole we have encountered very few that follow these strictures; Girls desire vampires because it allows them to indulge their own wickedness, the wickedness they attempt to hide from the world at large; When we accept our need to be dominated, we accept vampires as the most succinct outlet.

I know where my masochism started…..

http://www.rovinginsight.org/library/index.php?content=features-sex-and-sadism – An intriguing piece, it does not support the notion in detail, but a good read nevertheless.

Lafaeyette

Are vampires real?

I’m a cynic. I prefer to believe that vampires are not real, if only not to get my hopes up and have them dashed all over the cold, stone heart of reality. This cynicism tends to colour my opinion whenever someone tries to prove to me that vampires are real. Certainly, one may say that ‘there is no smoke without a fire,’ but anyone who has taken the time to read up extensively on vampire mythology and the origins thereof will register that the fire we speak of is simply the collective superstitions of people trying to understand odd occurrences. Why do our neighbours become sick and have a depleted will to thrive after the recent death of a loved one? Vampires. Why do the bodies of the recently deceased appear flushed, lively, and creased with blood when we dig them up to prove vampirism? Vampires. When human beings fail to understand a thing… Anything at all… They tend to make up stories to explain phenomena. Take the ancient Egyptians – A great ball of fire rises in the sky each day. It must be the hand of a god.

So, there’s your fire.

Although there is a group of people who call themselves ‘real vampires.’ Yes, folks. Real vampires, and heaven help you if you disagree with them. Apparently, vampires exist in the form of individuals who suffer from energy deficiencies. In other words, they cannot maintain their own energy levels sufficiently and they are forced to siphon energy off of others. These individuals refer to themselves as psychic vampires (and occasionally sanguinary vampires for those who use blood as their source of energy). Psychic vampires are an intriguing oddity in that in NO WAY do they resemble actual vampires as we recognise them from myth. In fact, aside from needing to take from others in order to ‘survive,’ I would say they share no similarities at all. And, of course, one could easily say that those who coin the phrase ‘sanguinary vampirism’ for themselves and claim to need blood in order to survive have simple subconsciously chosen to adapt to the banner ‘vampire’ under which they find themselves.

I say that these people bore me. When I discovered this community, I was desperately in search of a real vampire and instead I found people that had not even the vaguest resemblance to my vision of vampirism. Psychic vampirism only holds weight if one believes in auras and fluctuations of energy.

So, if vampires are not real, why is the world so suffocated by people who love vampires and vampire paraphernalia? Simple. The more we believe that something is not real, the more we want proof of its existence. This is how I function. Although I will maintain that Twilight is a stretch. The Saga contains less real vampires than the psychic vampire community does.

I do not believe vampires are real. But I would be thoroughly ecstatic if someone could prove me wrong.

Lafaeyette

Bought in Blood

She lost everything when she was taken, while he lost everything to find her, and that’s before things turned supernatural.

A wealthy heir to a flagging, multinational super-corporation is abducted from a seedy bar in the worst part of town, her feet covered in blood without a memory of what brought her there. A down-on-his-luck alcoholic detective sees it happen while in hiding from his estranged wife, the events all too similar to the case that has haunted his career. In captivity, everything she has ever known will fall apart. In finding her, his life will tumble into disarray, as he uncovers the Templeton Family Empire’s darkest secret. A secret Bought in Blood.

BOUGHT IN BLOOD is a 92, 000 word Dark, Adult Fantasy.