How ironic that my last entry was about fantasy and reality, because without warning I’m falling into fantasy. It’s an interesting sensation. A new world is opening like a chasm and I am tumbling into it. It’s tugging on an arm and a leg, and it’s filling my head. I will lose touch with my reality as it grows. I can feel the new place pulling me away.
Last year when readers were begging for a continuation of Grace Awakening, I didn’t know what to offer them. I asked what they wanted to know and they were vague. They just wanted more. I let the idea simmer for a few days before a glimmer came to me. “What about a prequel?” I finally suggested. “Yes!” they shouted. I could tell of some of those past lives Grace sees images of. I could tell about Bright’s past experiences. They were thrilled with whatever came. The readers wanted to know about it all, if only I would write it.
After a year of simmering, the story is beginning to unfold itself. I find myself moving about my day with only half my consciousness attentive to my activities. Scenes are revealing themselves, characters are asking to be born, and a world is stretching into being. My fingers are twitching, and the words are about to appear on the screen.
Come along for the ride.