I’ve been doing a lot of ruminating lately. I’ve often imagined what it would be like to have my books turned into movies. I’ve considered the different ways that could go down: 1. Total loss of control so that the books go the way of The Lawnmower Man and I have to hide my head in the ground. 2. Some control, so that I get to at least insist that Jack Thane not be turned into a Matrix character. 3. Total control – so that the movies are AWESOME!
It’s number three that I daydream about. I don’t often sleep well, so some nights, when I’m up alone, I surf the web for faces and actors that I would like portraying certain characters. Ben Barnes for Azrael. Paul Walker as Michael. Gabriel Aubry as Samael. Mmmmm…. I can see the movies playing out in my mind’s eye. There’s even music. For Death’s Angel? I hear the goth remix of Crush by Garbage. Especially during the love scene. For Hell Bent? I hear Forever by Live. It’s Jack on the bike, holding out his gloved hand – and Annabelle unsure as to whether she should take it. These images spin in my head, spurning me on, fueling my existence as much as does the blood in my veins.
I really do wonder whether what I see and hear in the MTV (the first kind) of my mind will ever make its way to a more public screen. If it does, I want Michael Fassbender, Rupert Penry Jones and Richard Armitage in there somewhere. Pretty please.