|Basking... knitter Patricia Martin of Unwinding Slowly|
He glances up. "Paranormal?"
"Yeah, like vampires, werewolves and stuff."
"People read that?"
"Yeah it's a big romance genre. One of the biggest. HUGE."
"Women are weird."
"I don't want to write about vampires and werewolves though. I want to do something different."
"Well, when I first started writing I had this story about a selkie and a weather witch who was going out with a psychopathic drug dealer."
He laughs. "Cool."
I sigh. "It didn't really work. She was pathetic and it was all a bit overambitious. What do you think I should try?"
"Um." He thinks for a moment. "This is a bit weird."
"A banshee. Not sure what women would think about it, but I reckon a guy could find a banshee kind of sexy. Black hair, pale skin, kind of scary."
I look at him. "A banshee."
|White Banshee by Tigerkaetzchen|
I turn the idea over in my mind and toss it in with the weather witch plot. I add a Selkie and then take him out. No need for that. I play with the drug dealing idea - maybe a lover, but maybe a family member. Gangland. Like the Sopranas.
Suddenly shadows are slipping across a storeroom and a woman is crouched in the corner. I have my first scene.
Banshees. Who knew?
With thanks to the fabulous Incy Black for prompting the original train of thought. If I write a paranormal, it's thanks to you.