At some point in our lives, I think we’ve all felt like an outsider. It doesn’t matter if you’re cool – or not, rich, poor, or anything in between. There will always be some dividing line that separates us from the rest of the group.
Of course there’s the biggies like race, sexual orientation, and religion/politics. But the minor things can feel the same. Maybe it was that time that you were the piano player in the midst of the drummers. How about being the star football player at the ballet tryouts? When you feel like you stand out, it sucks. There’s a piece of you that wants to run and hide, another that wants to prove you can do this, and the one that is terrified.
I tried to capture that feeling in BloodLust. Imagine being one of a kind, so rare that people stop and look, so freakish that everyone around you is scared of YOU. How long would it take before you wanted to give up? How could you change people’s minds? What would you do? Would the desperation to be accepted sink in after a year? Ten? Twenty?
Then imagine finding a place you truly belong. Your personal nirvana. Would it hurt more, or less, when that feeling of security is ripped away? Could you go back to the hell you lived in before? What other options would you have?
One of the most common things said about my writing is that it’s “real”. Doesn’t matter if that’s one of my romances or the fantasy novels, my readers can find the grain of truth buried in the story. Well, this is how it gets there. Every book is built on one great lie. One “What If” you might say.
From that single question, the characters develop, the world evolves around them, and the quest comes into focus. The plot is always about the character’s personal goal. The STORY is about that one question that makes the whole thing spin in my mind until it comes out my fingers. Right now, I’m lost in the despair of being all alone while surrounded by so many others. The end result is BloodLust, coming out in April.