I chucked everything I was working on into a folder on my backup drive and I’m going to forget all about that for a while. It’s time I decided to go at something different, even if just different for me.
So, what I’m going for is a more bad-ass dark urban fantasy kind of thing with a whole lot of crispy southern-fried flavor and a liberal smothering of noir gravy.
There’s a blank document page accusing me behind this one, a cursor impatiently blinking, waiting for me to start outlining a new story headed in a different direction from the one I was going in.
Will there be Vampires, werewolves, and demons?
Check, check, and check. But toss in a double handful of succubi, incubi, and jinn, too.
Sparklies, bare-midriffs, ripped bodices, or heaving bosoms?
Nope, nope, nope, and Oh, Hell NO! Ain’t nothing suave and sexy about sucking the blood out of living folks or dining on their innards. It’s more like thudding hearts and hoarse, choking screams and out of breath from running for your life.
God, Guns, and Guts? Hell YEAH! With grits. And a Rebel yell.