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Apparently, i inadvertently turned something on that made it so you had to be logged in and registered to comment. So, if you tried to comment between last night and now, sorry! Give it another shot.
(Here i was, thinking i’d better not try to write any more vampire stories — nobody liked it!)
Thanks
elise
Actually, I did like your vampire story although I didn’t comment the first time around because I’d already dallied too long at the computer yesterday. As to the story itself, it was written in your usual gifted style which I’m convinced would come forth were it about shapeshifters, BDSM, violence, decadence, or vanilla ice cream. My present problem with vampire stories is that I’ve read so many of them. They’ve become faddish like so much else. It has to be expected, but selfishly, I bemoan the loss of that internal tickle that says I’ve stumbled on something new and different - like an art afficinado discovering new, unsung talent.
I’ve never like the word ‘ambivalent,’ so you can understand my quandry about vampires. On one hand, there is so much out there I could read on the subject for days without end. On the other hand, I hate being a herd animal and automatically balk. What’s a hungry, bloodthirsty and avid reader to do?
Kaz ~
Now i feel challenged to write a story about vanilla ice cream. ~smile~ Seriously, thank you for this. And i share your feeling about vampire tales. Someone read this and IM’d me asking for the rest. i said, “Well, that’s all there is.” She was disappointed and expressed it.
i feel as though it would become trite if i carried it further. Same old, same old. And i just can’t have Nicholas going all Lestat, and Kate moping about getting used to feasting on humans while she deals with her guilt over it.
Blah.
elise
What I like about vampire stories is the absolute quality: once you’re bitten, that’s it, the only thing to do is go on. Unlike the rest of life, which allows for a certain amount of dithering …
I’ve never used wordpress, but I know that with blogger, it is easy enough to click on something — thereby resetting this or that — inadvertently.
i’m not much of a ditherer. Except in one case. And, of course, that dithering is out of my hands.
thanks,
elise
I (drumroll please) LOVE vampire stories. I have read (like KAZ) way way too many of them. And the bulk of the vampire stories out there are total crap. They just don’t take advantage of the genre! Where else can you get away with having the male character be a completely cold, sadistic bastard, viewing humans as little more than walking meals? Plus in some mythologies the vampires enthrall their victims. They could be used as furniture, say. And you totally get away with it! Little old ladies read it on the bus!
I really liked the two pieces you posted under Kate. I didn’t realize it was a vampire story until the very end of the second piece. Up until the end, I was thinking - wow. I wouldn’t want to get bitten quite that hard there during sex.
I was going to comment that I wanted more of the story. I feel like some kind of oversized baby bird cheeping for more bloody worms. (I mean that in a good way)
sassy ~
Ah, thank you. ~laughing at the baby bird thing~ i apologize for ending this one so abrurptly. As for being bitten that hard during sex … hmm.
There are some things about which we simply haven’t a choice.
elise
Thanks for the continuation. I really like your writing style and while your blog is more, err, bold than mine and my other blogger pals, I managed to find the guts to add you to my blogroll!
TroyBoy~
Thank you so much. i’m so happy you enjoy … and i admire your courage. ~wink~
elise