I already relayed this story, in somewhat abbreviated form, to infinitydog, but here’s a slightly longer version:
So, I’m at the bookstore today, and passing through the various fiction sections on my way to the history aisles, my brain registers the sheer number of different books featuring vampires, vampire hunters, vampire slayers, vampire hookers, vampire strippers, vampire private eyes, and so on. Cripes, but the damned things are everywhere.
I get it. Vampires are hot. Editors can’t seem to get enough of them, the people who hunt them, the people who lust after them, whatever. Me? I’ve read a few vampire books over the years (one of my favorite books of all time is I Am Legend), and despite a few tentative steps into this particular pool I must confess that the recent explosion of vampire chicks/vampire hunter chicks in tight leather pants and matching vests with back-tats just isn’t my thing. I don’t hate them, and I’ve been asked on occasion if I have an idea for a story or two that might take advantage of the current popularity. If you’d asked me as much yesterday, I’d have said "Nope. I don’t have anything new or original to bring to the table."
That was yesterday. Today? Different story. Maybe.
After glancing across the different vamp tales, I proceeded through the store and got the book I was after. On my way out the door, I paused long enough to grab a copy of the new edition of The Pitch, an independent weekly newspaper here in Kansas City. What’s the cover story? "True True Blood." The tagline? "As pop culture sucks on myths, some real Kansas City vampires tell their stories."
Come on. Are you shitting me? Whatever.
So, I mentioned this to the aforementioned infinitydog while adding that if ever I decided to write a vampire story, the first line would be the POV character saying, "Let’s get something straight: I fucking hate vampires," and figure out where to go from there.
I said it in jest, but then the wheels started turning. I started scribbling notes on a pad of paper in between various tasks at work, and before I knew it, I had two pages of crap which smelled suspiciously like the start of an outline.
Son of a bitch.
So, here I sit, doodling with this notion when I should either be A) working to finish a project that’s due soon, or B) beginning work on an outline that’s due in three weeks for a new tie-in project. I’ll set it aside shortly and go back to "A," but I must admit that I’m starting to like what I’m seeing in my scribblings. There might be something here.
Know any editors who might interested?