Lately, when it comes to reading, I haven’t been reading a
lot of young adult - at least not from traditional publishers. I’ve been a
little disillusioned with them. The stories all contain too many of the same
elements. New girl in town. Mysterious hot boy with secret. Love triangles
(ugh, please can we just stop with this? I’m begging you. No more love
triangles.) First love. It was tiring reading the same love story, different
names and location. After a while, I stopped getting sucked into the stories
like I wanted.
So when it came to writing Snapshots and Cyc’s love life, I wanted something a little
different than boy meets girls and they instantly fall in love and you know
when the story ends they will dance happily into the sunset. Boy, that sentence
is a run on, but you get my point right? I wanted to give Cyc a relationship
with Amber that is set more in the real world. When he falls for Amber, she’s
not the first person he’s ever crushed on. In fact, he had a boyfriend that he
dumped. The same went for Amber. Cyc wasn’t her first love. She had boyfriends
before him, even a few she had been certain was The One.
Yes, in stories, we like rooting for our favorite guy, but
to have him be the only guy? No others before? No others after? Real life is rarely
like that. (Yes, I know it can happen. My mom is proof of first love.) True
love is a little more elusive and there is no heartbreak like a teenage
heartbreak.
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My name
is Cyclop Blaine and I am a real person.
“You are mine.”
I am a
real person: heedless of a childhood spent under the supervision of an old man
I only know as Master.
“You belong to me.”
I am a
real person: regardless of my teenage years bound by violence as the adoptive
son of the Victory Street Gang's leader.
“You will obey me.”
I am a
real person: despite the visions I see in others' eyes. Snapshots of their
futures.
“You will cower before me.”
I am a
real person: my life will be my own. I belong to no one.
“You. Are. MINE.”
Patricia
Lynne never set out to become a writer. In fact, she never considered it an
option during high school and college. She was more of an art and band geek.
Some stories are meant to be told and now she can't stop writing. Patricia
lives with her husband in Michigan, hopes one day to have what will resemble a
small petting zoo and has a fondness for dying her hair the colors of the
rainbow.
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