Friday, March 2, 2012

An Open Letter to My Anonymous Co-Writer

Dear Anonymous Co-Writer,

You and I make a great team.  Remember the little gem we live-tweeted a couple of months ago?  The opening of  a Young Adult Steampunk Justin Bieber Vampire Romance Novel?
(Yes, everyone else, this happened. Excerpt posted below.)
Well, I've been having a little problem of late.  I keep coming up with inspirations similar to our live-tweet attempt -- story ideas and titles so original and fresh
(read: outlandish and ridiculous)
that I am beginning to have trouble resisting the urge to just write them already.  Here are some of my ideas:

-Catch of the Century, a YA Romance/Fantasy Dystopian/Steampunk novel about Waterlily, a mermaid who falls for a time-traveling vampire named Ymthrigulyx

-Going Green: My Summer of Guacamole and Saving the Planet, a YA Eco-Foodie-Superhero SciFi novel about a girl torn between an unabashed love of avocados and the idolization of her hero, a 21st-century update of Captain Planet

-A Wizard of Waverly Place in King Arthur's Court, a Middle Grade Fantasy FanFic novel about Selena Gomez, who is really the long-lost, time-traveling, amnesiac daughter of Merlin

-O'Flanagan, the Pot o' Gold, and the Ring o' Fire, a gritty Dystopian Steampunk YA about the life of a cage fighting leprechaun in Victorian England

-The Girl with the Teardrop Tattoos on Her Guitar, a YA Paranormal Spy Thriller about the fictionalized secret life of Taylor Swift

So here's the deal, Anonymous Co-Writer.  You choose which one you want to work on next, and at a mutually-agreed-upon date and time, we'll start live-tweeting it.  140 characters at a time, we are going to bring one of these ideas to LITERARY LIFE!!
(and then I'll post it on the blog for posterity.)
Your move, Anonymous Co-Writer.  Your move.

- Inky

"Untitled Young Adult Steampunk Justin Bieber Vampire Romance Novel" excerpt:
(purple text is mine; black text is ACW)

My weather app reported that the night was dark and stormy, as the strains of 'Baby' wafted from the deserted street outside.  Above, in the dirigible, sat Chad Vampwick, the coolest guy at my school - and the most undead.
"Coming, Selenia?" he called out.
I flung my garlic-laced muffler, my only protection, around my throat and raced to the roof.  My heart pounded as he lifted his marble-like chin and gazed at me with his blood-tinged lavender eyes, switching to track 5.
"You're looking well," Chad purred, before wrinkling his nose at my scarf. "Must you wear that? I swore I'd leave your neck alone."
"It''s for the concert," I stammered. "Justin Bieber loves garlic. Don't you remember? 'One Less Lonely Clove'?"  I couldn't meet his lavender eyes, for fear that he would see how desperately I wanted to rid myself of that aromatic accessory.
"It just looks a little tacky," he said finally. And with a puff of smoke and the grinding of gears, we were off. 
The city rushed below us, a sea of smoggy sepia. I knew Chad would soften once we got to the Tealight Thunderdome for the concert.  His goggles twinkled as he docked near the Thunderdome and held out one icy hand to help me down; my heart pounded generically.  How could he be at once so hot and so cold?
"Thank you," I whispered. "Do you think... I mean, do you have the tickets?"  The concert - my idea - was my only hope that Chad would briefly forget the deathless (and awesome) war between our species.

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