I’ve been crazy busy this summer, moming, adulting, and promoting. I get a lot of questions when I’m out promoting. I think my favourite is “Where did you come up with the conept for your series.
Why is it my favourite? Because it makes me laugh.
When I was 15 or 16, I had a dream. Now keep in mind this was my Everything Medieval phase. I loved the movie Ever After. I was reading a lot of Shakespeare (which was required reading during that time of high school. Score!)
So I had this dream- and I’ve always been a vivid dreamer. Colours, voices, smells, sensations. I have a hard time comprehending when people say they don’t dream in colour. Or the ones that really blow my mind and say they don’t dream at all…
WHAT????? How? Who does that? You just close your eyes like a psychopath and open them and it’s daylight? And what, you wake up feeling refreshed and rested and ready for the day? You’re not utterly exhausted from running up and down the stairs of a hotel all night, not sure if you’re running to or from something? It’s unsettling. You frighten me, sir.
So in this dream, I was a medieval princess of some kind, in my room, sad and moody like teenagers are. Outside my room was this balcony. And beyond that balcony, there was this pink mist floating and dancing and glowing in the night.
I (as the medieval dream princess, stay with me) knew this pink mist was the spirit of my dead lover…
(You’re allowed to laugh here. Most people do, but wait for it…)
I was all depressed and I knew the only way for us to be together was for me to throw myself off this balcony. So I did.
*Pauses once again for hysterical, ridiculous laughter*
It was at this point I woke up and went “WTF?” as us vivid dreamers do. But it stuck with me. And I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what had happened before, what had gotten dream-princess-me to that point. But just as much, I wanted to know what happened next.
“What do you mean next?” Fair question. It seems like a pretty abrupt and final ending.
And then it wasn’t. And it grew. And it evolved. And eventually I had to write it down so it stopped changing and morphing and taking up space in my head.
So there was a next. And then another next. And then another next after that. Where will it end? *shrugs* Time will tell, as they say.
