I had a hard time trying to decide what to be for Halloween this year. If you follow me on Twitter, you might have caught the Drama of the Red and Black Wig. In the end, I realized the answer was there all along.
What better costume for a YA writer than an angsty, emo teen?!
(Come on. You know you dig my Edward shirt.)
And as for hubby? He makes a ROCKIN’ Spock.
Hope you all have a great Halloween!
Last night I watched the new PBS show Sherlock. *fans self, while trying to breath.* So. Much. Awesomeness. Having. Trouble. Expressing.
Basically, it’s the classic characters of Sherlock and Watson, modernized, and set in contemporary London. Was it awesome to see Sherlock texting Watson to hurry up and get to Baker Street? Uh-YEAH. It was.
I’ve noticed this trend a lot lately, and I have to say, I’m a big fan. Basically, you take a classic or well known story and modernize it. Make the main characters younger. SEXY it up a little! (Yeah, baby.) Some other examples:
The new Star Trek. (*chants* Team Spock! Team Spock!)
Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo and Juliet
I’m sure there’s a specific word for these kind of stories. If anyone knows, give a shout. At any rate, it’s actually a dream of mine to write one. It’d be so fun! How about you? Any ideas of a modern twist classic? Share in the comments section! I’ll give kudos to the best idea.
Here are some prompts:
A sexy, younger _____________________ (classic character)
Modern day version of ___________________________ (classic story location)
________________ (character), only hotter.
For the past few months now, I’ve been toying with three different ideas. Notebooks have been filled. Outlines have been formed. I’ve even started writing two of them. But something kept tripping me up. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
And then, a few days ago, it hit me. The answer to my problem. It was staring me in the face all along. I simply broke off the major pieces of each story that I liked and smashed them into one. And like that, I had my story. The moment went something like this.
(*sigh* Gene Wilder. Gotta love him.)
So anyway, from now on, you’ll know what I’m talking about when I refer to my FrankenWiP. But I can’t talk more about it now. I have work to do. Much work.
*sinister lightning flashes*
Yes . . . much work. . .
*runs off to secret lab*