Vampires, or how I got to be so lazy

I've been slacking.  In general.  I'm going to blame it on vampires.  Not because they had much to do with it, but because it's fun to blame things that don't have any connection to the real causes.

About those vampires.  Pants & my hubby were recently discussing the glut of crappy teen vampire books that are overwhelming the market.  According to the Pants, I simply need to write some vampire trash to get my break in publishing!  Genius, I say!

Well, I actually might or might not give that one a try.  But I thought it would be nice to have a novel where the attractive, tortured male vampire has a younger vampire 'sibling' who is anything but attractive, athletic, sexy, emo, etc, etc, etc.  A sibling who watches the classic vampire romance take place & gets to make commentary.  Like if Edward from Twilight had someone who saw what a silly, over dramatic, whiner Edward really is.  (Sorry, Pants, but that's how I feel about him).  This person could try to talk sense into the girl who will inevitably have terrible things happen to her because she is so obsessed with the romance of her vampire romance.  (Though, I doubt that this tactic would work.  Have you ever tried to talk sense into a teenager in love with an idea?) 

What a delight to have a character who could make snide comments on the vampire romance from inside the story.  Because no matter how much we might enjoy the escapism of our teen vampire romances, there will always be that little voice in the back of our heads saying, "Really?  Really?".