Really, enough fun, frivolity and feel good stories. I think it may well be time for me to delve into my black side and write a book about the ugly side of life. With evil characters all hell bent on death, gore, mayhem and destruction and possibly tainted with a mild dose of Hannibal Lecter M.D. instincts. Rampant sexual gratification with pornographic undertones wrapped in a lethal drug smuggling plot.
Better still, satanism and sacrifice in ancient catacombs, London dungeons or Parisian sewers with a light sprinkling of a wraith or specter. My mind is racing with ideas and characters to fill the pages of this story. Unencumbered by the necessity to create passages of ‘sighing’ love interest or logical human reactions, I would be free to paint the pages black with evil and red with blood.
I would stay well clear of wizards, pixies, steam trains or any teenage participation as all of these would bring a ‘nice’ feeling and that is going to be a definite no-no in this story. Space craft and exotic food would also be given a big miss because I really think I have made it too much of a habit. Come to think of it, I think it may be an obsession as I can’t recall a single book of mine where I haven’t included wonderful epicurean delights or the odd recipe. Must make a note about that failing.
Now, pen at the ready – a lovely expression but unfortunately it should read, off to the keyboard. Doesn’t sound near as good does it? So the opening sentence is always the most critical in any new project. So what will it be? Hmmm?
‘It was a dark and stormy night ….’