We wrote Frankenstein, P.I. as a prose piece.
When we wanted a story with a sexy girl in it, we remembered Frankie. We'd played with this project, once upon a time, but didn't know where to go with it. There just weren't too many options available for longer-than-short fiction but not-a-novel Frankenstein stories. It's a new world out there in the electronic jungle, though, so we pulled out the tale, realized it needed a great deal of polishing, and started polishing it. A few weeks later, with ALL kinds of changes, we had our first electronic chapbook.
What really made us happy? We actually think it works.
Like most works of fiction, FPI all started with What If? In this case, we thought to ourselves, “What if Frankenstein’s monster decided to become a private detective?” We're not talking about Mary Shelley’s creation, not at all. Her version of the monster is intelligent, caring, and well-spoken. Nope, we wanted a growling, brain dead, green-skinned, flesh-craving monster who, for some reason, fancied himself as Magnum, P.I.
But we also wanted the idea told from the first person perspective because so many of our favorite detective novels are presented in that fashion. Since Frankie lacks “a single functioning brain cell” and grunts instead of talks, we gave him a female sidekick. Friday is gorgeous and corrupt, views Charlie’s Angels as her personal televised guidebook on crime-solving, and values beauty more than a bit too much. She’s smarter than her boss, but barely, and respects his detecting skills...which don't exist.
Finally, we have our heroes share a building with the world’s most fantastic detective (sorry: the World’s Most Fantastic Detective™), added in a series of murders, mixed well, and had a wonderful time. Even priced at under a buck, will anyone else buy the story? Eh, who knows? Even if not, we loved writing it.
Oh, and one more thing. We have a theme song for the story and, if we can figure out how to post it here, we'll be sharing that, soon.