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

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Anne Rice

“As we move on year by year in this life, we learn that telling doesn’t necessarily purge; telling something is merely a reliving, and it’s a torment.”

–          Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

When I was thirteen years old I picked up my first Anne Rice book, Interview with the Vampire. And I knew then, as clearly as know now that the sun will rise each day, I wanted to be like her. I wanted to write vampire novels, and I wanted to write vampire novels where the vampire is so near to human that they suffer from human weaknesses, driven by human emotions, both vast and petty. But also, I wanted to write vampire novels that made others feel the way hers made me feel, like the supernatural could exist. Like vampires are not just restricted to myth and hype, intended to tantalize and unnerve us.

I read that first novel in the Vampire Chronicles series nearly twelve years ago. I was a typical teenager – angst-ridden, and certain that I was alone in the world. Her descriptions mesmerised me, I felt certain that what she wrote could not have simply been pulled from the air, from the annals of imagination. It must have been a product of experience. The characters she moulded could only have been drawn from reality, from something palpable. This sensation stayed with me through each and every one of her vampire chronicles, right through to Blood Canticle. When I outline a character, it is to the words of Anne Rice that I turn for inspiration, not to compare and recreate, but to garner inspiration.

It has been asked of many people, including this famed author, what the intrigue is surrounding vampires in society at present. And the answers seem varied. But one thing does seem clear; vampires are an excellent means to explore taboos that one would normally steer as far from as possible. The vampire, it has been theorised, is a symbol of the outsider that every individual senses inside of themselves at some point in their lives. As such, readers can sympathise with the plight of the vampire, but is the vampire not a monster? Not quite. It is apparent, when we explore vampire literature, that the vampire has become almost human in its portrayals. And, intriguingly, this is what makes such a figure more terrifying than most.

It is the thought that the vampire can manipulate, seduce, and then destroy that piques the interest of readers. Well, it certainly piques my interest, and has done so for over twelve years of my life.

After I read Interview with the Vampire, I virtually devoured the following eleven books, constantly using the words I lapped off the page as a means to carry me through my days. I was always in love with at least one of her many enigmatic characters, never certain which one I found to be the most perfectly crafted. I switched frequently between the breath-taking madness of Armand and Louis’s sweet sadness. Sometimes, I even found Marius’s constant nature to be more of a lure than any of the others. But I always returned to Lestat.

“It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.”

–          Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

Lestat de Lioncourt. Who has to be the most complete of literary creations. From the desperate recitation of his personal history in The Vampire Lestat, trying to repair the damage done to his name by his beloved Louis, attempting to draw out his old compatriots, to the self-assured lord (still carrying his childish, naughty streak) in Blood Canticle, Anne Rice imagined a daring character. With each new book told in Lestat’s own words, the reader felt as though they were falling into a much-loved rhythm, embracing an old friend after months apart.

But, back to the topic of taboos. One element that I have always found both enticing and freeing about The Vampire Chronicles is the security of intimacy. The fact that affection is not limited to gender. That the vampires which are her creations are not restricted by sex and deviancy. I loved then, and still do, the idea that vampires are not bound by sexual attraction as they have ascended past such physical constraints.

But I do believe that many people (those that have read the books but fail to truly comprehend them) still cannot come to terms with the notion. To this day, homophobes and individuals bent simply on bashing Anne Rice’s genius accuse her of rampant sexual deviancy in her novels, as well as labelling all her characters under the flag of ‘homosexual,’ as though it were some dirty word.

Firstly, how can a creature be homosexual if it is no longer bound by sexual drives? And secondly, so what? Characters in the novels deliberate often over the virtues of men and women. Occasionally the conclusion is in favour of one or the other sex, but it still stands that preference over a single one does not make them. They adhere to beauty. And, as the author describes it, for her vampires, beauty is a fluid thing. For a creature that can see the tiniest of imperfections and is lost in the most miniscule of adequacies, beauty can be found in everything.

“If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.”

–          Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand

In short, Anne Rice’s vampires revolutionised the monstrosity of these creatures, illustrating how their nightmarish qualities could also be considered their most poignant charms. If I can evoke even a fraction of the emotion in my readers as what her novels drew from me, I will be thrilled and ecstatic.

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.