So...I just finished the initial edit of Women Scorned. Oh, my frickin' God! It was even better than I expected. The last half of the book was so intense I kept forgetting to edit. So good.
Anyway, that's about all that's new here. I went and purchased a printer last night so that I could print a copy of the story for my second edit. 257 pages of awesomeness! What an accomplishment. And something I was thinking about last night...anything a writer writes, whether good or bad, is uniquely that writer. Think about it. A story may have been done before, but the same exact words couldn't have possibly been used. Each person brings to the page their own experiences, vocabulary, and views of the world. The story told by each person is a reflection of that person's life. When I write bad characters, these characters reflect what I see as a bad person. When I write a good person, they reflect what I see as good. Unfortunately, my characters are never quite that cut and dry. Even the most loathsome character in Women Scorned is someone to empathize with in the end. Which is strange because she's a really horrible person.
Also, I've been having strange dreams lately. A few years ago, I stopped having vivid dreams, but they've started up again. They are the kind of dreams that haunt me upon waking, the kind of dreams I become obsessed with. The other night, I had a dream where Shane from Lost Boys: The Tribe made a brief appearance (and I mean really brief, he was there for a second), and the song, Cry Little Sister, played just long enough for me to hear, "Cry little sister, thou shall not fall..." and that was it. But, the emotion tied to that second in my dream stayed with me all day. I became obsessed with that song and learned more things about it's composer than I ever thought to find out. I had to have listened to Cry Little Sister at least ten times. It was crazy. And it's still going through my head all because of one incredibly intense and vivid moment in my dream.
It's this feeling, this haunted, obsessed feeling I tried to capture in my novel, Breaking Thresholds. It starts out with the main character, Donovan, thinking about the dreams he'd been having lately. Nothing was happening in these dreams, but they haunted him. In the dreams, he felt fear, hatred, and lonliness. He also had a feeling of otherness that was foreign to him. He pinpoints the beginning of these dreams to his uncle's funeral and an incredible headache of the likes he hadn't experienced since he was a kid. The story is one of obsession, haunted realities, and the way our memories and our pasts play an important role in our present and our futures. The way we view the past, the way our memories are stored in our minds...this is what Donovan deals with, has to confront. The way he remembers his childhood is different from how events actually happened. It's discovering the truth of his past that allows him to solve the problems of his present.
Such a fun story. Anyway, Breaking Thresholds is still searching for a publisher. I hope to see it in print soon. There are several publishers looking at it right now. Hopefully one of them will give it a home.
Well, I'm done here for the day. I have a client I need to meet with and a book I need to edit.
Hope to see you all in the darkest hallows of my mind.