Note: My fellow blogmates do not make coming up with something fresh the easiest thing in the world. Thanks for that. Ahem.
Television is full of examples of sidekicks who went on to have their own series:
- All in The Family birthed two spinoffs, The Jeffersons and Maude.
- The Mary Tyler Moore Show gave us Rhoda.
- From Cheers we got Frasier.
- Happy Days made way for Laverne & Shirley.
- Star Trek morphed well into Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and Star Trek: The Next Generation.
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer left us Angel.
In my second (published) book, The Missings, a character shows up about two-thirds or more into the story. He’s sitting in a bar. He’s not a sidekick. He’s not even a secondary character. His total purpose is to provide my detective with some information.
That was it. In and out.
Only he sat there, not even bothering to smirk. A confident and potent combination of Jack Reacher and Lucas Davenport. In a mind-meld of some kind he told me his name. His amazing backstory. He told me about the depression resulting from his backstory and how he’d learned to work through it, cope, and even better, win.
His power made me anxious.
Then he told me he wanted to hijack the manuscript, and that he was pretty sure he had the cojones to pull it off.
We negotiated. I promised him his own book if he would just shut up and cooperate. Let me finish the one I’d just spent months pulling together.
The Sacrifice belongs to Mex Anderson. He’s also a co-protagonist in the one I’m writing now about trafficking. He pretends like he’s not pushy, but I’m no longer fooled.
Can you think of more television spinoffs? What about books?
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