SO, back in the 90s a book I wrote, “The Devil You Say”, was published by Avon as the start of a comic fantasy series. It was a P.G. Wodehouse pastiche, more specifically, the Bertie/Jeeves stories. The leads are Aubrey Arbuthnot, a perennially penniless English psychic detective, and his stoic manservant, Hornchurch. The story involved a Book of Shadows, vengeful witches and Satan. Along with water spirit trapped in a water closet. It was voted “Best First Novel” by several science fiction publications.
The next one I wrote was a prequel, “Strong Spirits”. It detailed how Aubrey discovered his psychic powers and met Hornchurch. And also worked his first case while being haunted by his father. It got even better reviews.
I wrote an outline for the next book, “Bloodsuckers of 1933″, where Aubrey goes to Hollywood to consult on the first horror musical. But then my editor was fired, so the series was abandoned. The Aubrey books have such convoluted plots and are so labor-intensive I abandoned it and moved on to other projects.
There is a small, devoted audience who have asked when I was going to write another Aubrey book. In the meantime, the books have gone out of print. Nowadays, Kindle makes it easy to slap a book up online, which I’ve already done with some success. This necessitated typing a new manuscript.
In the intervening years, I became a fangirl. For years it was “House”. House and Wilson are still my OTP. I was introduced to the wonderful world of slash. Including looking at work through slash goggles.
When I wrote “Strong Spirits” I was unaware of slash. But in typing the manuscript, I can’t help viewing it through slash goggles and OMG! I’m shipping Aubrey and Hornchurch! It’s making me really uncomfortable.One good thing: if people write slash fiction about them, I’ll get to read it.