Do you ever have those pieces of media you can’t get enough of? For some people it’s a series on Netflix, for some it’s a book series. No matter what it is, you have to have more of it right this second or you’ll die. It consumes you, and before you know it you’ve stayed up until three am reading/watching and your eyes are killing you but your mind is racing. How could that character do that? Why did that character cheat on that other character?
If you’re extremely obsessed, you’ll start thinking up different scenarios – what if that character didn’t die? What if she married her true love instead? What if she became queen? Stuff like that made me want to write LOVE ME NEVER – specifically, old old comic books I read that I loved as a kid. What if, I thought to myself, a heroine didn’t need a hero, but she found one anyway? What if she hated heroes? And thus LOVE ME NEVER was born.
I absolutely believe the passion you get while watching a good show or reading a good book is the best sort of creative passion, period. Whatever gets you pumped is something that should be celebrated, taken into yourself, and expressed in any way you know how. It doesn’t have to be through created media, it could be through cooking, or drawing, or even daily chores! If you love something, it definitely fills you with an incomparable energy for life.
So LOVE ME NEVER really came from my love for a comic, and the comic itself was based on a book written in the 1800’s. Honestly, inspiration is timeless, and everything we consume media-wise is totally connected and totally awesome. Star Wars? Inspired by Akira Kurosawa. Harry Potter? Inspired somewhat by CS Lewis! Inspiration comes from within, but it also comes from without. Let it take you great places! Bask in what you love, and you’ll make lovely things.
About the Author:
Sara Wolf is a twenty-something author who adores baking, screaming at her cats, and screaming at herself while she types hilarious things. When she was a kid, she was too busy eating dirt to write her first terrible book. Twenty years later, she picked up a keyboard and started mashing her fists on it and created the monster known as the Lovely Vicious series. She lives in San Diego with two cats, a crippling-yet-refreshing sense of self-doubt, and not enough fruit tarts ever.
Book Title: Love Me Never (Lovely Vicious, #1)
Author: Sara Wolf
Release Date: Apr. 5, 2016
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance / Dark Comedy
Previously published as Lovely Vicious, this fully revised and updated edition is full of romance, intrigue, and laugh-out-loud moments.
Don’t love your enemy. Declare war on him.
Seventeen-year-old Isis Blake hasn’t fallen in love in three years, nine weeks, and five days, and after what happened last time, she intends to keep it that way. Since then she’s lost eighty-five pounds, gotten four streaks of purple in her hair, and moved to Buttcrack-of-Nowhere, Ohio, to help her mom escape a bad relationship.
All the girls in her new school want one thing—Jack Hunter, the Ice Prince of East Summit High. Hot as an Armani ad, smart enough to get into Yale, and colder than the Arctic, Jack Hunter’s never gone out with anyone. Sure, people have seen him downtown with beautiful women, but he’s never given high school girls the time of day. Until Isis punches him in the face.
Jack’s met his match. Suddenly everything is a game.
The goal: Make the other beg for mercy.
The game board: East Summit High.
The reward: Something neither of them expected.
“Who are you waiting for?” Knife Kid asks.
“That obvious, huh?”
“Jack, then. Screaming at him wasn’t enough?”
“He was the one who put the pictures of me all over school. Hell no, screaming isn’t enough.”
Knife Kid nods. “I saw the pictures. I had fun slashing them with my protractor. Nobody should be made fun of like that, I think.”
I don’t know whether to smile at how sweet he sounds or become extremely concerned at how creepy he sounds. I settle for a little of both just as Jack comes in. He walks right by and settles in his desk behind me. I turn and watch him take off his backpack.
“Hi.” I wave.
It takes him a moment to recognize me. Or a million. He focuses his gaze on me, then looks boredly to the window. He puts his chin in his hand, studies a pigeon in a tree with utmost intensity, and then all at once his eyes go wide. He swivels his head slowly back to me.
“You,” he murmurs.
“Me!” I chirp.
“What the hell are you doing in that?” he asks, eyes sweeping down to my chest, my legs, and up again.
“Damage control.” I smile. “Do you like it?”
“I’ve seen pigs dressed better.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that, considering you see one in the mirror every morning.”