Like a lot of people, I’m sure, I frequently thought I’d like to write a book some day. As life moved along and I shared mine with close friends, I began to hear phrases like, “You should write a book”, or That should be in a book!” I don’t know about you, but when I heard people say that to me, my first thought was, I don’t have anything interesting to write about. I used to think, I haven’t acquired enough knowledge, or my life is too ordinary, I can’t imagine anyone reading what i would write about.
Eventually, I took a few online classes and programs and the phrase I always heard was, “Write about What you Know.” If that was too tough, you could ,”Write about something you’d like to know about.” I knew about psychology, family, relationships, and marriage. I had degrees in that area so I finally wrote a non-fiction book. Once it was done, I had very little interest in it and wanted to move on to something else.
I had friends who wrote fiction, but I never thought I would. I was completely convinced that I was just not creative enough to do that. So when I decided to give it a try, it started with me thinking, if I could write what holds my interest enough that I would actually feel some passion writing about, maybe I could come up with something. I thought about what I like to read. I enjoy (among a number of other categories) dystopian novels. I’m not sure why. I don’t want to be a survivalist. I sure don’t want to have to be. I just thought it would be interesting to think about life happening in a whole different setting.
I liked Hunger Games and Divergent. I read others that didn’t have the same prominence and enjoyed them, too. But I didn’t want my world, the one I wrote about, to be dark or negative. I wanted it to be hopeful, happy, funny at times. I wanted there to be beauty and darkness just so the light side would triumph. The paranormal, supernatural, mystical, I also loved.
I knew about the parallel dimension theory. Not because I was smart enough to take a course in Physics (which I wish now I had), but then again, maybe it would have limited my imagination if I did know the boundaries that such knowledge would have imposed on me. I also didn’t have much knowledge of branches of the military, the art of war, robotics, certain technology, space or federal organizations like the FBI, CIA, DARPA, NSA or even sheriff’s departments. And yet, they all showed up.
The way it began for me was a thought. I want to write about a parallel dimension. I had no idea beyond that.