Since last spring, my primary reading material has been fantasy novels, so it wasn’t a big surprise when the hero in my current work, a part-time vet, turned out to be a fantasy author. Usually they stay in whatever profession I first imagine them, but it’s not unusual when they don’t. (Any writers who say their characters always do what they want them to do is either indulging in a bit of creative fiction or is delusional. The little buggers never behave 100%.)
I’m having fun creating a bit of Stephen’s fantasy world. He’s published five books in his series, so I have to know a little about what he’s doing. For a moment the other day, when he was considering that one of his warrior women was going to smack his protagonist into the next millenium if he didn’t learn to apologize, I thought wouldn’t it be fun to write Stephen’s book, too???
Nora Roberts did it years ago — had a character who was an author, then published that book from within the book. Kinda cool, huh?
Then I returned to my senses. I love reading fantasy. I marvel over the world-building (often multiple worlds), the history-building, the technology-building, the character-building, but writing it is way more of a job than I want to take on. I’ll happily stick with my contemporary stuff, where the world, the history and the technology are already there for me. Characters are what I do best. I’ll leave the complicated stuff to someone else.