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What’s the most unusual experience you’ve ever had?
Have you included it in one of your books?
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Oh, boy. I’ve talked about this in smaller circles. I’ve let it out a bit in large groups, but I’ve been reluctant to share too much. The reason is how crazy it all sounds, and wondering if the receiver of what I tell will misinterpret my words–twist them in a way to make me look a little off. I guess I just feel that way because a lot survivors of adversity are faced with such shutdowns. So, in that light, how much is too much to share? What’s reality? Do interconnected dreams create a real experience?
The way I see it, my dark paranormal series is an adapted reality. The things in the story happened to greater or lesser extents, but how it happened is the adaptation. The worlds you see there, the incidences, and creatures are all taken directly from years of dreams I have had. Those dreams felt so real when I was in the middle of them, even when I was totally aware I was dreaming. This didn’t dissolve them away, which usually happens when you become lucid. They continued on. It was powerful. For years, I struggled with what to do with all this stuff.
Looking back over the dreams through the years, I began to see a greater narrative sometime in my 20’s. At that time, I was resistant to writing a novel or even several, but I did manage to write a script to get it all down on paper. I needed the practice with the format, and a means to learn the craft as I couldn’t afford to go to film school (I was already paying student loans for my undergrad English Degree).
There are some events that happened in my waking life, too, but they are altered for fiction and my own comfort in sharing them with the public. There just are things you don’t readily share far and wide. Too many in the public like to use your adverse experiences and words about them to build a house in which to entrap you and hold you hostage. Those close to me, whom I love and care about are the people that know my stories. Even among them, there are those I don’t share details with as a matter of self-preservation. I hope they won’t feel left out, but will understand my reluctance in the face of a culture that is so abusive toward survivors. After all, my life moves forward on my terms.
So, you might wonder what I will tell you about the books that happened. To this day, I can still feel the water rushing into my nasal passage and down my throat to my lungs as I breathed it in. The dismay I felt, lying there on the bottom of a pool, held by the hand of a man I had trusted. I cannot exactly explain why he was the embodiment of that lesson, other than the suffocation I had felt in relation to him, but perhaps that experience taught me to live despite those things that tried to stop my breath–those emotions and feelings being processed at the time. Water is a symbol for emotion and thought.
So many of the dreams show up in the books, it would take a long time to unpack them all for you. The wolves, the Math Teacher, The Three Doors…
The incident above is a passing mention in the books; one of Holly’s many dreams. Is there something more? Sure thing, there is. The vistas I describe, the peoples of all those various races, Zaajah, Zacharius, Joel, Mikhael, The King, Gediel, Morgentus, and even the children are all entities I have seen on repeat in my dreams, whether together or separately (very much separately in the case of the King). That’s what made them so easy to describe and write and capture for fiction. The dreams, as I said before, felt uncannily real. This made those characters quite real, as if I were describing friends from school.
Rani, from the second installment, is a direct draw from my closest friend, but she was modified beyond the reality of my friend has played in my life. For the narrative to work, it required focusing more on negative aspects of friendships. Yes, she is aware of this. Although Rani occupies her space in the story, she is not the woman I know in real life, who has had my back. We are still friends, unlike Holly and Rani. So, although Rani occupies that space, she better represents a conglomerate of all those disappointing friends long gone.
There are smaller aspects of the books that hint at realities, such as Maiel’s hair color, where Holly comes from, that I have a dog and so does the Captain (well, okay, he’s a wolf, but still). There’s so much to explore that I’ve even created an online companion to assist readers, and give them even more depth. Holly also has a family that somewhat resembles my own, but like Rani, they occupy the space without being entirely true to their reality.
My parents are very supportive and have always been there for me. Holly’s parents are largely absent until a crisis. I’m not sure if that’s her view of the matter, that she created that reality for herself, or if they really weren’t there for her. If you’ve read the books, you’ll see her mother dismiss Holly’s concerns and start talking about her own. Although my mother may misinterpret what I am saying, she has never dismissed me. Exploring that was uncomfortable. It dragged me into the realm of fear and loneliness. That’s something I’m not unfamiliar with, but it’s not my family.
There’s so much more reality versus fantasy. I could literally talk all day about it. But, since I only have your attention for a few minutes, I’ll say check out the books and also check out the other responses from our Open Book Blog Hop Authors.