Number one worst offender? The vampire.
Don't get me wrong, I once loved 'em. As someone who spent her teenage years worshipping at the thrones of Poe and King, I prided myself on an appetite for the macabre. I secretly wished for fangs and fantasized that wine was really blood (and that I could drink either without gagging). And I loved the Ann Rice books, especially when they made the first one into a movie starring a barely heard of young actor named Brad Pitt.
And clearly, I was never alone in this obsession, as anything with a vampire in it seems to sell to teenagers like pimple medicine. I assume this is, at least in part, the reason why so many authors now want to follow in the Interview with Dracula at Twilight footsteps.
But that said, the vampire has become the default protagonist. If I see one more, I really might bite into someone's jugular. I must assume that agents and publishers are getting weary of this trend as well. Are they?
Evidently not. The bookstores have entire tables dedicated to them. The movie theaters are alive with them. My Twitter feed is crawling with them. Enough, already!
The vampire has become a zombie - dead, decaying, and yet, impossible to turn one's back on or get rid of. Would someone please write a novel about a beautiful, young Sasquatch, and the human who wants to have his squatchlets? Now that would be original.