Since I wrapped up my final revisions on The Lament of the Vampire Bride I’ve been careening wildly from emotion to emotion. Happy, sad, relieved, depressed, nostalgic, ready to move on, heartbroken, joyful, etc…etc…etc…
For as long as I can remember, Glynis has been a part of my internal world. One of the first nightmares I ever had was about a woman escaping a castle only to be caught by Dracula and dragged back inside. I can’t even pinpoint how I knew about Dracula when I was around three years old, but I did. I remember being very concerned about Dracula’s wife, and hoping she was okay.
I was a teenager when I dreamed the opening scene of The Tale of the Vampire Bride. I was too young to write the book. I stopped, started, stopped again. I switched the narrative from first person to third and back to first. I did tons of research, and ignored actual writing. I tried to ignore Glynis’s voice inside my head and write what I wanted, and that ended in disaster.
I stopped writing for years.
It wasn’t until I was in my mid-thirties that I finally buckled down and wrote the story that had been haunting me most of my life. At last I was mature enough not only mentally, but as a writer to tackle Lady Glynis’s story. I finally tossed all the stuff I wanted in the story (that was utter crap and early writer mistakes) to let the real story come through.
I languished over that first book, revising it over and over when I finally finished it. I questioned every scene in the book, making sure it fit the story, and was part of the foundation for the future books. When it was finally published, it was one of the greatest achievements of my life.
And no one bought it.
The Library of Horror Press reissued The Tale of the Vampire Bride with a new cover, and it did much better. People started to discover the book, and I finally wrote the sequel, The Vengeance of the Vampire Bride. Both books started selling very well, and getting very positive reviews. The Library of Horror Pressed closed, and I got my books back. I decided to self-publish again.
I changed the covers again, hoping to reach a wider audience, and it appeared to work. I was thrilled when people wrote to me to tell me how much they loved Glynis.
I had every intention of writing the third book (then titled The Rise of the Vampire Bride), but life, contractual obligations, and Vlad got in the way. For a while, I wasn’t certain I wanted to pick up all those plot threads that I had so carefully wove into the story to finish the trilogy. I loved Glynis, her story, and her world, but I was definitely bogged down by fear.
After a year of being very sick and not writing much, I knew it was time to finish the trilogy. In Glynis’s strength, I found my own again. At times I felt as though she was pulling me through the story, guiding me through the rough spots, whispering that we were both on the journey together, and assuring me that no matter how her story ended, she would be at peace.
I did try to keep readers of this blog informed of what was going on in the story until I reached a point where everything would be a spoiler. Even my internal workings were too connected to what was happening in the book. I finally settled into a daily rhythm with my writing, and confronted one of the very last remaining bits of the story I had crammed into the narrative long ago.
“That didn’t belong,” I heard Glynis sniff in my head as I ditched that plot point and discovered a much better one.
In truth, I didn’t know how the book was going to end. I knew everything in the story until the big climatic scene and then everything faded to black.
Which worried me.
It wasn’t until I was actually writing that pivotal scene that I fully grasped what would be THE END.
And then all I could do for days was cry.
So here I am. Beyond THE END. The voice I’m so familiar with is fading away, and the entrance to the world of Lady Glynis is closing.
New voices and a new world are already taking hold, guiding me away from the fiery redhead that I adore.
I’m going to miss her so much.
It’s been such a very long journey.
In the great city of Buda, Hungary, I have sought to establish myself as a member of the new vampire court, and create a family with my love, Ignatius, and my fledgling vampire daughter, Laura. Yet, I am constantly menaced by unknown forces, and the threat of my blood union to Vlad Dracula looms over me.
Though I am no longer his prisoner, Vlad Dracula’s voice echoes in the recesses of my mind. His blood binds us together in a twisted matrimony in spite of the deep hatred for him that burns within my soul. I yearn to be free from this darkest of magic for I fear that he will return one night, and I will not be able to resist the call of his blood.