I told myself I wouldn’t. No. I swore that I wouldn’t go there. No demons. No witches. That goes into territories that I should never be alowed into. I’d already destroyed the vampire myth, lets not destroy the myths of angels and devils, of witches and magic, more than what I already have. But, of course, thanks to the new flyleaf CD, I am going to have to go and write it. And not only that, but I’m going to have to go and add another map to my wall, come up with a new cast of characters, run the plot into the ground and work with how demon blood works.
Promises be damned, aparently. I’m going to write it whether I like it or not.
Yet, in a way, I really do want to write it. It’s got some amazing characters, case and point from the Flyleaf CD. That’s how this whole thing got started. I heard the new song called “Again” and listened to it, trying to figure out which vampire it belonged too, but none of them were fessing up. It was bugging me, because I knew it was important, and I knew the character was very strong and very forceful, and really wanted to get me to write about him. So, frowning, I serfed Behind The Name for a good name that means “strong,” and ended up settling on a name that fit the idea of the character very well: Jerek. So, quite pleased with myself, I went over the lyrics to flesh out my new character. For the life of me, though, I could not see this noble spirit in a modern setting. In fact, all I could see him in was a castle, swordfighting…sitting on top of a stone wall…looking out to a ramshakel little village… with a woman’s hand on his cheek as she pleads with him, but he turns away…and talking with a boy with blonde hair. This last image was the most forceful, because it’s less talking and more arguing. I frowned at this, and went over who it might be. Cian? No. He didn’t feel like Cian, didn’t have his cockiness. I thought for a little while longer, and then I got it.
Jerek was from Nightlife, but he wasn’t a vampire, wasn’t a werwolf, and didn’t belong in a modern setting, and did not belong among vampires and werewolves.
Some might be asking, how the hell does that work? I thought you said that there was only vampires and werewolves and the general humans in Nightlife. How can he be none of those? Well, I’ve mentioned Corrigan’s Story, I think, where a half-demon boy lives in slavery under the ruler of a great city which is completely full of vampires and werewolves and demons and angels and witches… I never bothered to do anything about it because it involved demons and witches and angels, which I didn’t want to try and deal with. But this song, and this new character convinced me that it’s worth picking up.
Another story I promised myself I wouldn’t continue on with: the Thirteen Cities, spurred both from an idea from something I read and a half-assed attempted at co-writing with Lily. It never got really far, because there is a large chunk of the begining that I didn’t want to write because all it was there was because it was supposed to explain what would happen later. I’d guess that when finished, this would have amounted to at least thirty to fifty pages, an amount I really didn’t want to write. However, now I’m considering pulling the cheep writer’s card and erasing his memory at a certain point so that I can just start writing right there at the begining of the fun. Unfortunately, it would be cutting it rather close to the the fun, but I could very easily deal with that. I could always write about it, and cut it out later. But, unfortunately, this is not a good thing. It just makes it one more thing for me to be thinking about, one more thing for me to try and write. Out of the many I already have going, another is making me crazy. I have a problem settling on only one now, so how could I possibly force myself to write when I have a deadline. I don’t do well with other people telling me what to do, which sucks for you people, doesn’t it?
Speaking of which, I changed my name again, in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t remember if I explained the fact that I talk to people in my head, but if I have and even if I haven’t, I took the name from my creativity and my intellegence. It seems to kind of suit me.
I’m getting quite depressed that you don’t know anything about any of my characters. I feel like putting something up on here for you just so that I can continue on with my life without being slowly driven crazy. But that’s dangerous. I’m so afraid someone’s going to try to steal him- and you have no idea the humor that phrasing has brought to mind. With my character’s being so real, and Cian being the most cooperative for me, I bet he’d put up a hell of a fight for anyone that tried to tackle his character but me. So, if I do put up his sotry in a burst of insanity, then no one had better touch him or your going to get your teeth knocked out, I don’t care who or where you are. I will hunt you down and kill you. So please, stay away from my character’s and my ideas. I work hard on those.
Stephanie Meyer seemed to get really depressed when someone leaked her book on the internet. I personally would just get really really angry. And speaking of Stephanie Meyer, who’s going to see New Moon on the 20th? If you are, don’t tell me how it ends- even though I know because I read the book- I’m going on the 21st wearing my Jacob shirt, Edward be damned.
Over and out.
…or Halloween, if you don’t know what Samhain is. Go look it up. My mother corrected my pronunciation yesterday, I had thought that it was pronounced how it was spelled (Sam-hay/n), but really it’s supposed to sound like (Sow-an) because the original spelling looked like “Sauin”. I love the ancient Celts, as you can obviously tell. And, if it’s less obvious, I’m going a little crazy lately. It might just be that Samhain was yesterday, and I’m all jittery from the candy and the fact that I’ve written close to twenty pages this weekend, which tops all the writing I’ve done this year. (Unfortunately not for NaNoReMo, which I had forgotten all about until just this second, and I don’t know what I could possibly write for it. At this rate I’m not going to do it after all.) It’s not just the quantity of my writing that surprises me, but what the writing’s about. Because, you see, when I began writing about vampires, I promised myself to leave out all the inappropriate stuff, let it be there, but be implied, so that I won’t have to deal with it. Sadly enough, though, all that stuff I didn’t want to write about has become an intricate part of the storyline. My vampires have become, essentially, the place where I write about the things I don’t usually have the courage to write about in my other things. A dumping ground for my hormones.
To go along with this insanity, I’ve been listening to the music I’ve always promised myself I would stay away from. On my current playlist, I have Akon [Right Now and Sexy Bitch], Boys Like Girls [Love Drunk], Cherish [Killa], Cascada [Evacuate the Dancefloor], Katy Perry [I Kissed a Girl], Muse [Undisclosed Desires and Uprising], Britney Spears [Shattered Glass, Circus, 3, and If You Seek Amy], Beyonce [Sweet Dreams], and Jason Derulo [Whatcha Say]. All of which scares the hell out of me, because of the mood it gets me in. I write best when I’m in a mood that fits what I’m writing, and when your writing sex scenes, then what mood do you have to be in?
Alright, that’s a bit of a lie. I wrote three pages about two people talking after such shenanigans took place, and twenty-five or so about one of the most dreaded vampires in existence kind of falling for a boy he finds in the dungeons. I’m struggling to keep it as a friendship, but I’m not sure Cian will let me. He’s been very forceful with how the story is going so far. In fact, he’s one of the most stubborn characters I’ve ever had the trouble of talking to. So much so is that I’m reluctant to even take credit for what I just wrote, he basically dictated it all to me. Even with Konnor I have to drag the plot of them, but Cian gives it to me freely. I kind of wonder why, but after rereading what I just wrote about him, it’s not very often that he understands his own motives to do anything. I feel kind of sad that those thirty some-odd pages won’t get to see daylight, because if I fixed it properly, I could quite easily change that into a book. It was in 1968 though, so it might be a little difficult for me to understand a certain point I kind of glossed over in the thing I just wrote.
Anyway, I move onward. I haven’t written much that hasn’t involved vampires lately, and that doesn’t help you, who knows very little about my Nightlife series I felt kind of sad about that, too. In all my books, I’m always overwhelmed at all the crap I have to work at, to research, to figure out, but in Nightlife most of the important things are figured out, so the rest is easy. I love how it turned out, and how if someone points to a name on the vampire family tree, it’s very likely I can tell you the circumstances of how they died, who they were and how they interact in the vampire world. Certain lines I can explain quite well, while others are still a mystery to me. There are still plenty of blank spots on that list, and it will have easily over 1000 names when I’m done. I also enjoy how the characters talk to me much easier in that series. Like, for instance, the boy that Cian falls for’s name is Aaron, and the reason he was captured is because he went into a vampire club intending to slaughter them all. The reason, I found, he wanted to do that was because a family member had been slaughtered by a vampire. But I was at a loss for a little while, because he didn’t seem like the type to get angry at just that. It needed to be huge. So I thought about it some more, and it seemed only natural that his brother was an addict, and that brother got turned and killed another brother. That’s why Aaron was pissed. I went to go look for him on the family tree, or find a place for him, and there was Brigitte, a girl from 1963 who falls in love with a side character from Konnor’s story, who was turned because a friend of hers introduced her to Ramses who took a liking to her. It seemed only natural that that friend was Aaron’s brother. It fit perfectly, because one of the other girls that Ramses turned had a nice gap in those that she turned that fit him in nicely. and made it so that this story had a nice relevancy to the other stories in Nightlife, so, if I chose, I could easily find an excuse to stick it in there.
To make an already long story shorter, it’s getting very fun, because my characters are becoming more and more real, and it helped me figure out that the only way that I, personally, am able to develop characters is to write their backstories, from beginning to end, and see what it reveals. Because one of my favorite things to do is to figure out how the vampires on my family tree were turned, this is a very nice and easy way for me to make that world real.
Lily and I asked each other which of our books we would go into, given the opportunity. I told her that it was easily Nightlife, because of what I know about the characters. I would go straight to Stalking Shadow, the NYC club, and just start talking to them. I know so much about them that I could probably get away with a lot of things, and almost certainly get turned. And, that, I think, would be the most fun out of everything, don’t you think?