I you follow both Lola and Ginny, I’m sorry that you’re reading this twice. It’s an important issue to me though, so I wanted to share it with everyone.
I woke up this morning (October 10th) just struggling. Struggling with lackluster sales, with too many ideas in my head, with what to write for this guest post, and… well… with the two people that live in my brain. Technically there are three, but I know where the line between my civilian self and my two author personas is.
Because of this new identity crisis I decided that maybe I should be talking to you, the public, about my new dilemma. See, originally I started writing without a pen name in mind. Well I had one, but it sucked. Then sometime pre-July 2011 I ran across a steampunk name generator, and thus, Ginny Lurcock was born. Ever since, I’ve been building the Ginny Lurcock brand name on twitter, with my blog, reviewing at Pure Textuality and just generally putting myself out there. I wrote a vampire novel (that, on advice of counsel, I have to stop calling YA because there’s a little tiny bit of heavy petting). I started and then abruptly halted on a super hero novel, a YA about the descendants of gods, the story of a thief (who has been my constant companion in some form or another since age sixteen) and a thousand other half baked ideas.
Then I went to dinner with some friends and had a “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED” moment. We were discussing some absolutely horrid novel that was somehow ranked higher than hers on the indie book list on Amazon where a woman is kidnapped and… well… you know… and she said “you should write erotica. You could totally write better than that…” So I stood up and raised my glass and yelled… well I already told you that bit. I sat down to write, but instead had the voice of that sisxteen year old daughter of a goddess nattering away. I was just getting to a good place in the story and BLAM! my flash drive crashed.
In my mind I’d been trying to come up with a good setting in which characters could bone, and now that I was too distraught to go back and try and fix Discordia, I was willing to move on. I’m not 100% sure that Lola didn’t set this all up…
So I sit down to write my story involving a berserker and a spell caster and I hit another snag. While I can read a story where a teacher and a student go into a broom closet for a little grade changing fun, I can’t write that. I tried, god help me I tried, but when I sit down to put pen to page, I just can’t do it. The teacher starts telling me why he’s so desperate to bone his students and the student explains her daddy issues in vivid, graphic, disturbing details.
Sometime during this whole process I reached out to my husband, J.M Gregoire, and Amber Lynn Nautsch and asked their thoughts on using another pen name. They agreed that I should keep my more illicit work separate, and thus Lola Rayne was born. Now, there are certain points where Lola and Ginny are distinct and separate voices. New adult and young adult titles, defiantly Ginny. Novellas where the whole point was to setup reasons for two characters to get it on? Obviously Lola.
My grey area, which is causing the brunt of my struggling, includes the other adult stories that may- at some point- have sex. You may have noticed that most romance novels, ones with a paranormal or urban fantasy feel in particular, are all about the graphic sexual situations these days. I’m not sure what this is all about, but as long as the author can handle writing those scenes, I am all for it. Except that it blurred the line. At what point does something stop being PNR and become E-PNR?
Okay, so my real dilemma is with my thief. Remember her? The one I’m so protective of because she’s the one who really started it all. Well I want to introduce readers to her world via a series of PNR with changing main characters. Like a less well written Psy-Changling series. Now, obviously those are going to have sex in them. So are they a Lola thing, or a Ginny thing? Because the thief, who is my end game, doesn’t have a ton of sex. She might have some sex, here or there, as she lives her life and tries to find her one true love… but hers is an Urban Fantasy story, not a PNR.
While I’m puzzling this out, Bree- one half of Moira Rogers (who I fangirl out over, so sue me)- tweeted something about loving post-apolocalyptic love stories. Which reminded me that I too love post-apocalyptic love stories. (AMG WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON WE SHOULD BE BEST FRIENDS!) I have the prologue for a dystopian story written (in first person present no less) that I adore and would work really well as a smutty series… but the idea started out as a Ginny idea. Should I come up with a new (and probably less awesome) setting for the rocking of trailers? Do I steal from myself?
Do I just use the Lola name when I clearly want to tell a story for the purposes of knocking boots?
Do I only use Ginny for YA?
Or should I just let Lola hold Ginny’s head under water until she stops thrashing?
I’ll be in my padded room cheeking my medication until I can puzzle it out.
Edit: Why do I always fucking hit publish way to fucking early?
Check out my work as Ginny over on her page.