Tuesday, 21 September 2010

It's the End of the World As We Know It

I've always had a thing for post-apocalyptic tales of mayhem and adventure. Unfortunately very few of such tales involve romance. Oh, it may be hinted at in a vague, off-handed sort of way, or as a tool of conflict, but there is very little on the market to satisfy my need for End Of The World Lovin'.

Such a shame.

There is, of course, the seriously awesome Tsunami Blue, which I loved. And there are a couple other authors I'm eager to try, but the pickings are slim. What's a writer to do?

Write her own post-apocalyptic romance novel?

Lately Bailey has been annoying me. I am finding the second Bailey Morgan book just a bit of a slog. I don't know why. I'm sure Freud (Or my cousin, the Counsellor) could figure out why, but I'm just annoyed.

My friend and fellow writer, LM Pruitt, suggested I give Bailey (and myself) a break and fall in love with another world and another character. You know, before I go postal or something.

So, that is what I'm going to do. I'm playing with the time-space continuum and turning a novel that was maybe going to be a historical, or possibly a fantasy, into a post-apocalyptic future.

Will it work?

The writing gods only know. But suddenly, I'm feeling all sorts of creative...

There's an old friend sitting on the shelf patiently waiting for me to get myself together.

1 comment:

  1. You'd think that since the world was on the verge of ending that somebody somewhere would be like, "Hey, baby, let's get to repopulating." Maybe not the best pickup line, but at least it'd be practical. The closest thing I've seen to that lately is what Justin Cronin did in The Passage. Anyway, it'd be nice to have some romance involved in the repopulating of the world as we used to know it.