. . . my preference is for the traditional, bad-ass vampires. You know the ones . . . Nosferatu, with his rat-like visage and taloned fingers, rising perpendicular out of his coffin or rigidly stalking his victims.
I have a shameful confession to make: my novel started off life as a screenplay and . . . many of the works that inspired its creation were movies! I know, I feel terrible, but I’m glad to finally get it off my chest.
So, I wanted to write a vampire novel. Sounds simple enough, right? For some people, maybe, but not for me. I wanted something . . . new; something [with] meaning beyond just another throwaway tale of fangs and stakes.