After nearly two decades, she'd published 12 books and earned an Agatha nomination for one of her mystery novels about Aurora Teagarden, a crime-fighting Georgia librarian. Still, she was pigeonholed as what booksellers call a "mid-list writer" - nice but unspectacular sales, no movie deals, virtual anonymity and absolutely no danger of being audited by the IRS.
"I wanted to progress," Harris said, in a phone call from her Arkansas home, "and I wasn't getting any younger."
Then she started playing around with a fantasy story, but one stuck firmly in a mundane world. What if vampires popped up around us - still a little exotic but as commonplace as, say, Democrats, bikers or Goth kids with tattoos and piercings?
The result was her 2001 novel Dead Until Dark, the first volume in her "Southern Vampire" series. The primary setting is Bon Temps, a small town in northern Louisiana. It's sort of a Cajun version of Mayberry, except that the folks in the trailer parks are likely as not to be werewolves (or werepanthers, or werebears or true shapeshifters, who can turn into just about anything).
Oh, and the vampires are out of the closet, er, coffin. At least after sundown.
In Harris' alternate universe, the Japanese invented a synthetic blood substitute that even comes in handy pop-top cans at the local convenience store. No longer forced to be feared and hunted predators, the vampire-American community has mostly gone public.