The Shequanti is done. *gasp!* I thought for a while there it was never going to happen. I have written--get this--TWELVE different endings for the book. Twelve. I think I finally found a way to resolve my plot...at least I hope I did because the editor has it now.
At any rate--freedom! Glorious freedom! Nothing going on but big edits! I could take some time off, maybe READ a few books, catch up on critiquing at the Dragon's Den...
I am now over 3k into a new project. Damnit. After hearing for several months now that I needed to write something *more commercial* I was putzing around yesterday trying to come up with ideas. Werewolves? There have been a lot of werewolves lately. Shapeshifters? Already working on that-- (remind me to tell you about the yagremlins some other time). Vampires?
Ah, vampires. The mythos of the vampire is portrayed so perfectly in Anne Rice's early books (I'm not partial to anything after The Vampire Lestat) that I'd never consider writing about them. I would hate to fall into the vampire cliches. So I'd made no decisions and was just wandering aimlessly around the internet trying not to get mad at myself.
It was at that point that I decided to get some more Mozart to replace what I lost when the computer crashed. It was as I was downloading some of "Don Giovanni" that I got interested in the story behind the Requiem Mass. I was talking to a friend of mine on messenger when all of a sudden, I had an idea.
What if Mozart hadn't died? What if--follow me here--a vampire had turned him into order to keep his brilliance intact? I got all excited for a while about that, and then lost my enthusiasm. Too cheesy.
But then inspiration struck again. What if a vampire was consumed with guilt because she didn't save Mozart?
A female vampire, cut loose in the decadence of Vienna is the 1790s...mourning for one lost genius, settling his scores, and finding new prodigies.
Tentative title: The Lost Requiem. *grin* Let's see where this takes me. Anything will be better than Elves for a while.