Do you ever wonder if the book you wrote was somehow meant to be? That no matter what you intended to write, this was always the one that was crying out to be written?
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately after talking with a few people on what they got from reading Dark Sanctuary.
I’ve mentioned it before I know, but I grew up reading Stephen King and James Herbert, two of the most unrelenting horror writers that have ever existed and so it was always quite normal for me to read about giant killer rats, terrifying clowns and haunted houses. If blood wasn’t spilled and the body count was low, then I was never particularly interested so I always assumed I would write in a similar vein (pardon the pun).
Admittedly the body count in Dark Sanctuary is pretty high as I did kill off quite a few characters and have continued to do the same in Lost Creatures, but sometimes I wonder whether it’s all still a bit tame. Of course, I don’t just rate it on its death toll but just the whole feel of the book was never really what I imagined it would be.
Some people have commented that they really do see it as a love story, which I suppose as stuck in my head quite a lot recently as I never considered it to be that before and when I read it back myself, I do totally see where they are coming from. Despite the blood, guts and death toll, there’s always been this backdrop of two people who are destined for each other, whether they like it or not. And I’m not sure why that bothers me, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. I always thought that I would write very differently, and true, some of my earlier ramblings are definitely quite far removed from what Dark Sanctuary is.
Yet when I wrote Dark Sanctuary, I never had a plan. That’s just not the way I write. I had an idea, I sat down and I started writing and what developed on the page came day by day, with no thought as to whether I intended it to be a horror story or a paranormal romance. It is what it is and maybe it’s just best to not label it too much or dwell on what I had always hoped to write.
Maybe it is as it was always meant to be?