The early reviews/summaries of Reckoners has inspired me to say: I am not cheerful!
I am, in fact, a smart-ass.
It wasn’t something I planned, mind you. Just how it is. (Seriously, if you aren’t mousing over the links in this blog to see what pops up in the title, you’re missing some fun). So I’m repeatedly baffled when I find descriptions of my work as humorous or cheerful.
I think the ANGEL franchise books–working with the Joss Whedon characters–first let out the smart-ass in me. Well, the public smart-ass, anyway. The other part was there all along. Just ask my parents.
But after that, there was no putting the cork back on that bottle. I mean, Kimmer…oh yeah (Exception to the Rules, Beyond the Rules). There’s a character with a slicing edge of humor. Not always appropriate to her situation, but that’s what life made her…
Since Kimmer hit the scene, I never really know what’ll pop out of my characters’ mouths, and I like it. They’re not all Kimmer, but they’re not that Snuggles fabric softener bear, either. And with Reckoners, a book that has slyly dark edges sneaking through it, I just can’t…I mean…seriously. Cheerful? As in perky?
I’m going to invest in some black nail polish and a glower.
PS: If you want to know about the baggies…well, I’m not telling! It’s in the book, mwah ha ha!