My Summer of Fiction Love is running out. *indescribable sadness* You know how right when you think you might die, suddenly you have all these flashes of inspiration? I am having Imminent Death Inspiration Flashes right now. I've been moping about, blaming some reject letters from earlier in the summer on the fact that Paranormal and YA are Trendy and Adult Epic Fantasy is not. (Lame excuse, but we all gotta lie to our ego somehow.)
But I am not a Trend Chaser, I told myself.
Don't get me wrong. I am not against Trend Chasing because I loathe people who write only out of their grubby greed for money and fame. Long live grubby greed! Naw, it's just that it doesn't work. You can't cage moonlight, no matter how much it would sell for on eBay. So I didn't bother trying to think of a Paranormal Young Adult story.
I guess you can see where this is going.
Yeah, I flashed on a cool idea for a Paranormal. Two actually. Young Adult... I'm not sure. One I envision involving college students. The other I would like to have two protagonists/antagonists... a married, fortyish mom who also happens to be some kind of magic law enforcement agent, and the high school age girl she is hunting down. And the uber-hot guy they are both crushing on. "The Fugitive" meets "Twilight." (Except no vamps.) The cool part is I had one strand of this story hanging around my head FOREVER. Okay, a coupla years. But I didn't know what to do with it, because it seemed more like something for the Horror genre, which I don't do. (I couldn't even read Stephen King's On Writing because it was too scary.) Then I thought of the perfect plot, even gentler than "gentle horror," about as scary as the last Twilight movie. Yet still true to the original creepy idea. Woohoo!
The other reason I'm excited is because I now have a story to put to my demo-cover with the blue hair! (What, you thought that was a self-portrait? Ha, I only wish I were that cool.) You caught me. Amy Bane is not the author, but the name of the character.
I am so excited about this. You can't see it, but I'm twirling my office chair around.
Of course, it's all for naught. Because:
1) I have to stop writing fiction in one week.
2) (therefore) by the time I actually sit down and write this story, Paranormals will be Yawn, So Yesterday.
Trend chasing never pays, not even when the trend chases you.