I woke up this morning to a beautiful frost covered wonderland. I just couldn’t tear my gaze away from all of the frosty splendor. In Minnesota, a scene like this is not at all uncommon.
As a writer, I find inspiration in almost everything I come across. This morning was no exception. However, my mind works a little differently than others. Bear in mind that I write in both the horror and erotica genres. So, the very first thing that came into my mind was … wait for it … yet another monster in the form of a beautiful woman.
In her raw form, she blows ice (hehe, watch out boys), has vacant milky white eyes, and has frosty skin that will cause frostbite with just a touch. She is hell bent on making lecherous men suffer by stealing their warmth. She works them up into a sexual frenzy until they willingly surrender to her. Only to use their stolen warmth to maintain her disguise as a beautiful seductress so she can lure in her next victim. A frosty succubus of sorts.
Um … yeah. That’s my mind for you.
However, I didn’t just get inspiration for a character. Who wouldn’t want to use a beautiful wintry setting in a story? Just look at the picture I posted. So much description could go into a story about a simple winter walk; the possibilities are endless. Ice skating, skiing, sledding … so many things to write about! So much opportunity!
Just the word frost conjures many images to fly into the forefront of my mind.
The spindly white frost-covered tree branches gleamed in the sunlight, seemingly pointing toward the unmarked grave. As I approached the exhumation site, the snow crunched ominously beneath my boots. I walked up to the edge and looked down into the shallow grave.
A shiver ran up my spine that had nothing to do with the weather. My eyes roamed the uncovered female body, looking for an obvious cause of death. My gaze seemed to linger on her blue-tinged lips; then moved to her vacant milky white stare, her eyebrows and eyelashes made white with frost. Her long dead corpse had been inadvertently put into a deep freeze by the elements.
Hmm … where’s my frosty succubus? Ah, there you are. C’mon, let’s get to work on you. Wait, do you have some nifty way to keep my readers enthralled? What’s that? Oh yeah, that’s right, you blow ice. *Sinister smirk slowly spreads across J. Marie’s face* Do your worst succubus!