Ha ha, that confused you, didn’t it? There I go, off on a random train of thought yet again.
I will be honest, my Muse has awakened again, and she is feeling mischievous. She is also quite productive, having inspired me to write and submit another short story to a writing competition at very short notice. But that is not relevant here. Almost, but not quite. Why did I make such a bold, and crude, statement?
Vampires Don’t Fart. Need I Say More?
You can thank my darling husband for this. Now you know where I am going. My apologies to my male readers if I offend, but I am feeling rather fed up with my husband’s apparently uncontrollable flatulence of late. He actually seems proud of his very smelly and unpleasant bodily functions. I know it is a natural process. We all do it. Yes, I get that, but surely we don’t do it in such loud and stinky volumes as my husband does. I’m sure he saves it all up for the weekend just to upset me!
Why do I write about vampires?
I have been pondering lately about why I am drawn to write about vampires, and all things vampire related in my stories. Actually, I have turned towards writing about vampire slayers recently, which is quite an interesting exercise. I am even watching the complete box set of the TV series Buffy The Vampire Slayer, which I never got round to watching all the way through before. And I love it! I think this is responsible for my Muse awakening again; well this, and the first two series of Grimm, which I also discovered recently and totally adore.
But despite the slaying, and the whole theory that vampires are evil and must be destroyed, I still love them, deep down. Jack Mason, my anti-hero from the Redcliffe novels, is a passionate, dangerous and deeply sexual being. You never quite know where you stand with him. Similarly for the Victorian playboy Marcus Scott, who introduced himself in the Redcliffe novels and then forced me to write his story in The Darkness of Love. Ooh, I do enjoy my fantasy lovers… and they smell so much more pleasant!
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Ee-ww! If the Undead DID fart, I should imagine it would be pretty rank!
My heroes and heroines are not fitted with any form anal equipment. This saves my readers from any issues of flatulence and in later life ensures my mature characters remain free piles and incontinence. Of course I myself am not troubled with such matters of the flesh. Thanks for the laugh this morning.