Everyone knows that I’m into the woo-woo stuff. SF, aliens, vampires, and various other lifeforms. I saw all the episodes of Twilight Zone, X-Files, and Lost. If it has to do with the weird, bizarre, “way out there”, I’m your girl.
Except for zombies. And angels. And demons. Yep, I do have my boundries. And you know why I don’t write about them? Because I don’t read books about them. And why not?
Zombies are flat out icky. Rotting flesh falling off. No doubt, the smell would choke a horse. And eating brains? Gag me with a shovel, please. Everytime I see a commercial with zombies in it, I have to take a shower.
Now let’s discuss angels. Only one person has EVER written believable angelic visitors. Most of the time, angels in books are just too cute, too sweet. Give me a break. They stand at the feet of the Supreme One and when they get to Earth, all they can do is act like college students on spring break. Then there is how they constantly intefere in a burgeoning relationship. Whatever happened to free will? Who’s the only person to write angels I can read? Marilyn Pappano. If you haven’t read her Bethlehem series, treat yourself. If you can’t find the books, I’ll let you borrow mine, but you’ll need your own angels to save your hide if you don’t return them.
Last, but not least, what’s the attraction to demons? Maybe I went to the wrong Sunday school. I guess you could call them the ultimate “bad boys”, but the demons I visualize aren’t tortured souls redeemed by the love of a good woman. They are beings that rejoice in the evil they do. They rule in hell, punishment to sinners and, if ever released, collect all unclaimed souls. Besides, aren’t they also squat, ugly red guys? Eccch! What woman in her right mind would want that on her arm as she trots around town.
So how about you? Are there any characters you can’t read? If so, what would you do if the market turned to that character?