The book is proceeding apace, but I do think this may be my last venture into writing any kind of erotica. I love the story I am writing, and I love the characters, but I am so tired of writing sex scenes. I don't even want to think about how many sex scenes I've written. I never say never, of course--I may write another fratboy book; who knows? But right now I am enjoying writing the story but am having to force myself to put the sex scenes in. I wrote a really nasty poolside one today--it's not that I can't write them; like I said, the one I wrote today is hot and nasty; I just don't find them as much fun to write as I used to.
Speaking of sex scenes and nudity (see what I did there?), a few entries back I mentioned how I described the HBO show True Blood as "Dark Shadows with sex, nudity and a lot more blood." I stand by that description; the show was a serial, just like Dark Shadows, there were a lot of supernatural elements, just like Dark Shadows, and the primary story was a romance between a male vampire and a human woman, and the vampire was originally from the same area where the story was set. Like Maggie Evans, the object of Barnabas Collins' dark desires, Sookie Stackhouse, our plucky heroine, was also a waitress at a local bar and grill.
Whether True Blood was horror or not, I cannot say. As I said when I embarked on talking about my favorite horror this month, I pointed out that I am not well-read enough in the genre, or know enough about it's history, to discuss actual aspects of the genre and what qualifies as horror or not. I think, like with 'mystery,' 'horror' has become a generic umbrella term for vast swatches of work that sometimes have as little in common as a tomato with a watermelon. Is a ghost story like Ammie Come Home horror? The book scared the crap out of me, but it was marketed, really, as romantic suspense with a touch of the paranormal. Are all paranormal novels horror? I am really not qualified to answer that question.
I guess the best description of the show would be to call it a 'paranormal soap.' It had moments of suspense and terror, of course--and gore, and humor, and nudity, and sex. The story was interesting every season (the season about the maenad, not so much; Paul and I both got kind of bored with that season) to me. People often, on social media, talked about not liking the show or liking the show; but I'm not ashamed to say that I pretty much enjoyed it during its entire run. The problem, of course, was that they had to keep upping the stakes (no pun intended).
It also had a diverse cast. Many of the characters, in fact, I found a lot more interesting that Sookie the mixed blood fairy and Bill the vampire; and there were some wonderful comedy moments as well--one of my favorites being when Tara is in a moody funk after her boyfriend Eggs turned out to be a serial killer and was killed himself, and Arlene, played brilliantly by Carrie Preston, snaps in exasperation, "So you fell in love with a serial killer? Who here hasn't?"
If there was any problem with the show's writing, it seemed like they couldn't make up their minds what Sookie was; sometimes she was this whiny, passive heroine things happened to; other times she was a badass with a smart mouth who took no shit from anyone.
And of course, my absolute favorite, Pam, never got enough story or scene.
Even the annoying characters at the beginning eventually were developed into likable characters over the course of the show. Jason Stackhouse went from a self-absorbed young stud who loved and left every women he met, who was estranged from his sister, into a pretty decent guy who tried to do the right thing but just made bad choices. Of course, it didn't hurt that Ryan Kwanten, who played him, was gorgeous.
The first moment I saw him on screen I thought, "That's who should play Scotty if that series ever is filmed."
I've not read the enormously popular novels the show was based on--not from any sense that I wouldn't like them; but again, one of those I just don't have time to read them things. I've gone back and forth on that--Charlaine Harris is a terrific writer, and an absolutely lovely person--but maybe if I take another trip to a beach, like the Acapulco trip or Hawaii, I'll take them with me to go and binge read.
The show was also filmed beautifully; it was filmed in Louisiana, and sometimes they were here in New Orleans filming, and Bon Temps was, like Collinsport in Dark Shadows, a kind of magnet for paranormal creatures and activity. I myself have always wanted to do this type of a series--I came up with an idea a million years ago--and even named my town, Bayou Shadows. My short story "Rougarou" actually took place in Bayou Shadows, Louisiana, and I'd intended for Need to eventually tie into that at some point.
There was also a lot of homoeroticism in the show, and gay/lesbian/bisexual characters. I loved Lafayette, the gender bending short order cook/drug dealer/hustler who was also a medium.
The show was also exceptionally clever, as I am sure the books were as well, about dipping into social issues.
And now back to the spice mines.
"...it's not that I can't write them; like I said, the one I wrote today is hot and nasty; I just don't find them as much fun to write as I used to."
Mmm, I feel a bit like that reading them now - there's not really anything new under the sun.