My favorite genre has been paranormal romance for more years than I can remember. Which is why I write in that category. The one thing I swore I would never do was write about vampires. Why? It’s been done. To death. There are only so many different types you can come up with. The rules are pretty rigid, though I’ve seen some bend a lot. (Think sparkles.)
I’ve got nothing against vampires, mind you. I’ve read everything from Bram Stoker to Anne Rice to, yes, Stephenie Meyer. I’ll even admit to being Team Edward. But that’s really my point. There’s so much out there already. What would be the point of adding to the ever growing pile? Until I read this one book.
I’m not going to tell you the title or even the author. But this book was so bad, I groaned at every turn of the page. And yet, I read it all. Maybe I was hoping it would get better. It didn’t. The story line was decent enough. A lot of sex. I’ve got no problems with sex. Have you read my books? But there has to be a point when the characters actually do something else. Then there was the way it was written. Absolutely not one contraction in the entire book. Who writes like that? Who talks like that? Should I mention the misspelled words or misused words? Did this writer even HAVE an editor?
I have one more installment in my Kindred series and then my writing slate is clear. My day job is a position on a cardiac floor in a local hospital. The nurses I work with who know I write are encouraging me to write a book set in a hospital. Of course, that goes hand in hand with vampires. So, I may be writing that vampire book after all. It will have contractions, it will have sex, it won’t have sparkles. It’s going to be different. I have time to work on it.
Till next week,