Holy *… wow, I have a website!!! This is suddenly feeling all too real. I am so excited to be finally sharing everything I have in the one place. For too long everything I’ve been doing has been scattered across the internet. Now I can blog, update my Twitter and add Pins and it will all be linked to here. Very happy with all of this, now I just need to remember to update everything. The struggle is real.
Now, I’m not sure about other writers, but I get a stupid amount of my ideas from my dreams. Last night granted me yet another idea for a story. Urban paranormal I believe.
A woman who can teleport herself and those around her at will, one day she uses it to trap someone who betrayed her. Because of this and a crisis of faith (the dream wasn’t clear exactly what happened so I need to be creative =D), she loses her ability and becomes trapped with her enemy until she can regain her faith, sense of self and her sanity.
She regains her powers and escapes with one other, but it turns out everyone was searching for the woman she trapped, but not her. Gutted and desperate she brings the woman back only to be criticised for her actions and is cast out, regardless of the actions of anyone else.
All this from a quick dream. All I need to do is read the words and I remember everything. In my mind, I can feel her desperation, her pain, the feeling of her sanity slipping out of her grasp. I can feel the way she fades between one place and the next: like she is filled to the brim with oxygen; a little dizzy, elated and strong. I know how deeply she was hurt as she experiences betrayal after betrayal. What I don’t know is how the story begins, and how the story ends. And * do I want to know what happens next. It’s like getting an episode from an addictive new tv show, but you missed the beginning and then it ends on a cliffhanger, and you have to know more… except you have to write the episode to know the ending.
This holds true for many of my books including my Dreamweaver’s series and snippets of Hybrid. From a dream, I know what it feels like to fly in my books; the energy it takes to move your wings against the current, the muscles you activate and strengthen each time you take to the skies. The pain of trying to sit down with wings, and how soft they are to lay on. I know it all, but specifically how to relate to my books. I can’t say this is anywhere near to reality because… well… Human’s can’t fly in reality.
That is the beauty of a story: anything can happen.