So really honestly, this isn’t so much about ego and patting myself on the back, but more about being completely amazed at this story, and that I wrote it at all, and that it’s turning out the way it’s turning out.
For one thing, I never, EVER thought I’d write about vampires. I mean… no, not my thing. I did love Sookie Stackhouse’s vampires (though Eric turned out to be a huge disappointment), and I adore Christine Feehan’s Carpathian non-vampires, but most vampire “romances” generally tend to make me cringe. Write them myself? nu-uh. No way. Sorry. Just not anything I ever saw myself interested in.
For another thing… 15th century? Uh, nope. Again, not my thing. Not that I’m not a history buff, because I am, but, like vampires, you can enjoy reading about something, without in the least wanting to write about it yourself, you know? The picture below, an artist’s rendition of a place called Crack de Chevalier, is almost exactly how I envision the lower levels of Al Khair, my walled desert city.
Then, too, even once the idea came to me, the entire story stalled out for 2 *years*, because I coudlnt’ figure out how to have a happy ever after between a human… who is also a Royal Scribe and passionately loyal to the ruler… and a vampire… who is ancient and claims lordship over the lands where the city is built. Conflict in romance, of course, is good, but it has to be *resolvable* conflict, and I couldn’t see how to resolve it into HEA without him turning her into a vampire also (CLICHE! CLICHE!) or “taming” him into a not-bad-boy (CLICHE! CLICHE!). Oh… and I hate cliche, btw.
And I also never, EVER thought I’d be writing an “epic” or “sweeping” type story, certainly not one long enough for three books! now a series, with a different hero & heroine, and overlap in characters and story lines, that’s different. But this one just kind of… took on its own life, and it progressed from being a romance, to a romance whose outcome not only affects the entire city, but changes the entire dynamics of the relationship between the desert city dwellers and the vampires who also dwell there. I didn’t plan this, it just happened, sort of. Instead of writing a book… it became telling a story that needed to come into being.
So anyway, here I am, writing away on my sweeping saga, and just absolutely, entirely amazed at how the story is coming along, it’s writing itself, I swear. I just write along, and ideas are right there waiting around each corner, ready to be written. And I didn’t PLAN any of it! I swear I don’t know where half of this came from, and sometimes as I’m reading over a scene, my brain is just going, “I wrote this??? What? Where did this come from?!” It seems just so incredible I could have come up with all this (and I live alone, so I KNOW no one has snuck onto my computer and written it while I was sleeping, which is the only other possible explanation). I know I’m repeating myself here but it’s just… amazing!!! and I am LOVING every minute of it!