Welcome to Fright Night
Jun. 19th, 2010 07:43 pmMy fascination with Vampires has been in the forefront of my mind since seeing Michael Nouri play "Midnight on Moscow" on the piano in a bar on a show called Cliffhangers. He was the infamous Count Dracula in that cheesy serial that was pure cold to a 12 year-old preteen with an over abundance of testosterone running through he sex-crazed fantasies. It was at that time that the implanted affinity for Vampires thanks to the Mother Unit's introduction of Barnabus Collins in my toddler years came to the forefront of my mind. I became enamoured of dark haired men with accents who played pianos. Years later, I was introduced to Jerry Dandridge, the dapper Vampire with a penchant for fruit. He didn't play piano, but he was suave, dashing, and eager to steal the damsel away from the nosy neighbour just for the hell of it. It didn't help that the man I realised was my soul mate kept imitating Jerry Dandridge because he knew the effect it had on me.
He would often walking by me at the most unexpected moments saying "Wellllcome to Fright-t Night-t...for real." It was set me into a tizzy and keep me immobilised for a time. Thankfully, I kept my composure, when all I wanted to do was grab him up and kiss him passionately in front of everyone, it didn't matter who saw. Wisely, he kept me to myself for the most part so I could suffer in silence as he sauntered on by, only to return to talk philosophy. Is it any wonder that he is the enigmatic Dmitiri Oskarov in my book?
As I go into the the last stretch of this last book, I've created for myself a loophole; whether I ever take it or not remains to be seen, but I feel I'm incapable of killing my darlings no matter how might I might want to, or need to, for that matter. I think as long as Barry keeps making music, I'll keep writing Vampire books, whether they involved Cadmus not not. There's an unwritten rule there ~ have Shriek will write Vampire.
My new mantra.
He would often walking by me at the most unexpected moments saying "Wellllcome to Fright-t Night-t...for real." It was set me into a tizzy and keep me immobilised for a time. Thankfully, I kept my composure, when all I wanted to do was grab him up and kiss him passionately in front of everyone, it didn't matter who saw. Wisely, he kept me to myself for the most part so I could suffer in silence as he sauntered on by, only to return to talk philosophy. Is it any wonder that he is the enigmatic Dmitiri Oskarov in my book?
As I go into the the last stretch of this last book, I've created for myself a loophole; whether I ever take it or not remains to be seen, but I feel I'm incapable of killing my darlings no matter how might I might want to, or need to, for that matter. I think as long as Barry keeps making music, I'll keep writing Vampire books, whether they involved Cadmus not not. There's an unwritten rule there ~ have Shriek will write Vampire.
My new mantra.
