The Twelve Ideas of Christmas

As I mentioned back in October I have a lot of unfinished work in my archives, as well as plenty of as-yet-to-be-written books in my head. I'm planning to finish Twenty-One this month if possible. For 2020 I'd also like to write more of my own ideas in my spare time. The big question is, where do I start?

After a five year hiatus there is a huge pile in the archives, so for the next twelve days I'm going to post my favorite ideas for you all to have a look. After Christmas I'd like to get your vote for what I should write first.

To kick things off, today we have:

One of the Darkyn stories I never had the chance to write was Falling, featuring Kyan and Melanie from Twilight Fall. They were the first outline I pitched for Lords of the Darkyn. Melanie was multiracial, and neither sweet nor wholesome. Kyan was Asian. Both of them played antagonists in the first series. Those are the reasons NY passed on a book for them.

I've always thought that was a hugely stupid decision. Some of my best Darkyn characters, like Lucan, started out as antagonists. I've never understood Big Publishing's aversion to other-than-white protagonists, but now I don't have to please them.

At the end of Twilight Fall Liling helps heal both characters before Kyan carries Melanie off into the sunset. The story I would write would be what happened next for them.

Falling is Idea #1.

Comments

nightsmusic said…

I love this idea! But you know, you really need to write what your heart is telling you to write. At least, I would have to do that.

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