About Books: What Inspires Me?

 

 

Some time ago a friend asked me to write a blog about where I get my inspiration for my novels.  This set into motion my mid-month series of blogs on writing. I’m not sure whether or not I got the assignment right.

Many of those, while they discuss where my inspiration came from for individual novels or series, are more of a summary of the story.

I’ve now covered every series and individual novel not in a series that I’ve written so far.

So, what’s left? Until I finish another novel, not much, really. But I don’t think I really addressed where my inspiration comes from.

I’m not sure I understand how my mind works any more than anyone else does.

Frequently, the image of my mother shaking her head and saying, “I wish I knew what was going on in your head,” comes to mind. She clearly didn’t understand me. In fact, my summary of my relationship with my mother has always been, “She wanted a daughter, and got me instead.”

My thoughts that lead to stories come from all sorts of places. In the case of the Nicholas Keating stories, they started as a single short story that grew into seven. Those seven short stories morphed into two novels, and the other three grew out of a desire to continue to play with those characters a bit longer.

The inspiration for the first of those short stories was simply walking down the main street of my town on a December afternoon after we’d had what is now an early snow. The snow was the dirty shade snow gets several days after a storm. 

The day was overcast, and as I walked along, letting my mind wander, I slipped on some black ice. I didn’t fall; it was just one of those near things. But it reminded me of a pair of high-heeled boots I had in the ‘80s. They were perhaps the most ridiculous things I ever bought.

By the time I returned home, I had the beginnings of the story. A simple thing.

The Dark Faery series had its inception with Stephanie Meyers’ Twilight series. I thought some of the changes she made to the vampire trope were just wrong. But they allowed me to make some interpretations of my own.

While she didn’t inspire me to write a vampire novel, a discussion of her novels with a teenage friend did. I hadn’t considered writing a vampire novel until my friend suggested it. She thought I could do a good job. Personally, I needed a different hook from any I’d seen.

The idea of vampire fairies just kind of flew into my mind. It was one of those things you throw out to see if it sticks to the wall.

And it stuck for 5 novels.

The Schism novels (still unpublished) grew out of my reading two books: The Front Runner, a novel, and And the Band Played On, a work of non-fiction documenting the early years of the AIDS epidemic.

When I was in college, my core group of friends happened to be a group of gay men. They saw me as an ally – or perhaps just a beard, I don’t know and didn’t worry about labels – and wanted me to understand their culture, so they directed me to the novel.

I read it and was furious with the ending. Once again, for absolutely no reason, the author killed off the gay guy, for no better reason than that he was gay. I decided I could write a better gay novel, and there would be no killing off the gay guy.

Then I read And the Band Played On. That book affected me personally, since I knew people who died of AIDS.

The non-fiction piece was the ultimate push for me to write Schism, which begins during the early years of the AIDS epidemic (back when it was still called gay cancer), but – spoilers – the person in the stories who ends up with AIDS isn’t gay. It’s part of my twisted thought processes that I don’t make things easy.

The Unicorn novels started out as a single story about a day in the life of my childhood, which is why The Snow Unicorn, while the blueprint for the subsequent novels, doesn’t exactly follow the idea of the other novels being about a weather event that frightens the main character.

I Think I Will Have to Eat You Now started out as a joke. I wanted to play with children’s novels, but I didn’t especially want to be a children’s book author. I just wanted to see if I could do it.

As it turns out, there’s a formula for writing children’s books. I didn’t know that, and consequently, I didn’t follow the formula. I only knew children’s books needed pictures. I couldn’t afford an artist, since my books aren’t “really” published; they’re only on Amazon, so I drew my own.

Of all of the things I could imagine doing, drawing is the one for which I have the least talent. I was barely able to complete assignments in art class. There was certainly no talent involved.

Well, once, in 5^th grade, I had an art project that was good enough that my teacher actually hung mine up. That was a lucky fluke, and the only time an art project of mine was ever hung up. I was in high school before I could color in the lines – more or less. And my family made no secret of laughing at my attempts at artwork – as they laughed at most of my ideas of what I wanted to be when I grew up.

My 9/11 story, Love of my Life, came naturally from the idea of what it would be like if you were supposed to be in the towers on 9/11.

I heard stories of people who called out sick that day, were running late, or who had just stepped out for coffee right before the planes hit the towers.

There is also a sub-theme of being the favorite child, as well as what if you have a child you simply don’t like. For as short a novella this story is, it tackles a variety of subjects. In a way, it’s as ADD as I am.

Probably my least favorite novel is Fiona Finn. Ostensibly a story about the challenges of being different, it hits close to home.

I spent elementary school being bullied by different people at times, and often simply being excluded. I took that memory and expanded it to include people with challenges.

The fin is a metaphor for any reason others have to not accept you, so anyone can feel included by what Fiona goes through.

I think just reliving the indifference of the adults in my life made me want to get away from the novel. However, I felt it was an important message to put out there.

Wolfbane highlights my weird bent. I had read the Thomas Covenant novels and hated them because I thought the main character was both a drama queen and stupid. He waited until the last possible second to save the day. It didn’t heighten the excitement; instead, his lack made the reader do an eye roll, sigh and say, “Oh, come on!”

So I wrote one in which my character also enters an alternate universe, but who uses whatever he has at hand to accomplish his mission -- without becoming McGyver. While he doesn’t have magical powers, he actually thinks about things. He just doesn't take the alternate universe seriously.

The Search came from my love of things medieval, and is kind of a combination of the renaissance fair and Dungeons and Dragons. And none of these things.

It’s also pulls from the British Royal Family. There was some media hype about Charles being single into his 30s, mainly because at that time the royals still clung to the idea that the heir had to marry a virgin, even though the common man had long since abandoned that notion or caring whether or not the monarchy did. Later, Prince Edward apparently had some words with his father about being single.

While my story has nothing to do with the British Royal Family – or, in fact, with this world, per se, it does involve a young heir who thinks all he needs to do is be the heir and be popular to get on in life.

He knows nothing of the things he’s supposed to study, and has been the cause of more than one scullery maid being dismissed.

It isn’t until his father threatens to disown him that he is forced to buckle down and re-learn things his younger brother and his twin sister can do with ease.

In the course of his study of weaponry he is injured, and on recovering, decides he needs to go on a search, a wandering alone into the deep forest, to prove himself.

Few ever attempt a search, and fewer still return. No heir to the throne has ever attempted it, and his father, the king, is inclined to refuse permission. But he sees that the search is the first thing that has ever kindled any sort of passion in his son, and finally allows him to go.

Usually my current novel is my favorite.

The Invisible Twin, my current novel, is near and dear. I used a lot of information I have about twins from having a mother who is an identical twin, as well as having known many sets of twins in my life. I also enjoy novels where the main character is trying to work out life, since that’s what most of us do on a daily basis.

But my all-time favorite is the Nicholas Keating series. I’ve read those novels several times, and I enjoy them. It actually amazes me that I wrote them. I always feel like I’m reading someone else’s novel.

Until I write another novel, I won’t have any comments on writing to make, so this is my final "About Books" blog for the time being. It’s back to a once-a-month blog. But if anyone has an idea on something you’d like me to write about, let me know.