A while ago, I read a great article called Our Monsters Are Different. It talks about how many fictional creatures are vaguely defined, and each writer must re-define them in order to fit the monster into their universe. I recommend any fiction writer to check it out.
I took my monsters into great consideration. What’s funny is even though I have been physically writing this novel (on and off) for the past four years, I have yet to tell anyone what it’s actually about. Really, the only person who even knows I’m writing a novel is my husband, and he thinks it’s some sparkly vampire book because it’s YA, even though I’ve repeatedly told him there are no actual vampires. His extent of knowledge about the premise is a post apocalyptic world with zombie vampire monsters who aren’t zombie vampires because I have no other way to explain it without going into detail I don’t want to go into.
Why? Part of it is fear. I don’t want to be told that it sucks. I tell that enough to myself. Part of it is pride. I don’t want to get advice (though sometimes I feel like I badly need it) because I want it to be mine. I want to say I wrote this. However, I know that my time of anonymity is coming to an end and it’s terrifying.
I started this blog because I wanted to promote myself as a writer, and in order to promote my novel I have to actually write about my novel. So I will. Soon.