It’s funny when I think back to how Snapshots started. I got
an idea for a guy. He had pierces - a lot - and in places people don’t normally
see. Why? I had no idea, but that’s the image that first popped into my head.
He was at a tattoo parlor getting another piercing when he meets this girl.
She’s intrigued by all his piercings. Why so many? He tells her his childhood
was abusive. They thought the other was attractive and he wanted to see her
That’s as far as I can remember the scene going. Nowhere in Snapshots will you find that scene. Cyc
doesn’t have a single piercing. Mostly because it’d take a lot more force than
humanely possible to poke through his skin. But that was the spark that started
Once the first draft was finished and I started edits I had
to figure out why Cyc was different. At one point I thought maybe he was a
government experiment. But I had another story with government experiments so I
scrapped that idea. A mutation was out of the question too. For one, this wasn’t
X-men and two only Cyc had special abilities. I can’t really tell you what I
came up with since that would spoil parts (some may figure it out, but not
everyone will so let’s not ruin it for them.)
Most of those changes were because the initial idea just
didn’t make sense. It created a plot hole or inconsistency (although,
truthfully, there is a sentence in Snapshots
that I still agonize over because with how Cyc is, I worry it created an
inconsistency in him.) Every story I write has this in common. They all evolve
and change to become something different - something better. Something I hope
people will love.
And here's the book!
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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