On murder, chaos and romance

My writer’s brain has been causing problems again…

Singel by joiseyshowaa
Photo from joiseyshowaa on Flickr

I’m currently in Amsterdam. It’s beautiful, but as I was walking down Singel last night, I was admiring the view…and then thought, “So what monsters are lurking under the canal?”

I’m also collecting ideas. The wide windows, flaunting safety and beauty against the darkness of the night…

The prostitutes, posing listlessly in their red-lit windows. I toy with motives; vampires, maybe, feeding on lust, trapped behind lights because that’s the only prison that will hold them…

Bells, ringing out over the city, marking time backwards and forwards; redistributing the future and the past to let some places change and others revert…

We also got to discussing romance, as this is pretty much a perfect setting for a love story. I tried to prove that I can write romance, and then realised that my last love story ended with murder and chaos, mostly between the lovers. The second devolved into erotica. The one before that may have involved assassination. The one before that…don’t ask.

Ahem. So, Jon’s challenged me to write a soppy love story. Apparently this can’t involve murder, chaos or bloodshed, and snark & sarcasm is frowned on. Also, erotica doesn’t count.

Why do I sign up for these challenges?!