This idea actually began percolating when I was thirteen. I lost my grandfather at that time, who was the absolute coolest man you could ever meet. He was one of those people who could draw you into his stories. I remember seeing people spellbound when he spoke, like my nephew was decades later when he visited Hogwarts for the first time.
I’d been writing, using my imagination to tell tales like he did. In fact, I stayed up nights a lot of the time and just wrote. I’m not going to speak about some odd supernatural phenomenon, though. My belief in angels came from dreams I’d have when I finally let myself get some sleep.
They were full-color and focused on a familiar landscape - my grandparent’s house. My grandmother would always wave through the window, and a huge cat was curled up somewhere in the sun with one eye open, upset that I was still disturbing him after all this time. My grandfather was always outside by the light green boat of a car he used to drive, and it was all completely normal. I would sit, and he’d keep right on telling his stories. He even had new ones that I hadn’t heard before. Unfortunately, the alarm would ring and teenage life would descend.
I started to wonder back then, looking around at the toughness in the world, whether or not an angel would even bother coming down here to help? I mean, say an innocent soul that’d never been up against human emotions came down here and fell face-first into the issues we have. They’d have to take on everything from love to hate to war…the list goes on. And at 13, I couldn’t figure out what was remotely good enough about us as a species to save. I know, a very angry befuddled teenage view on the whole thing, but the idea stuck with me. Thankfully, so did that dream. It’s a great imagination to have, seeing as that my father is now ‘up there,’ and I still get to talk to him.
Living life, paying bills, raising a child, working - everything compounded with age. The upside is that the good things compounded, too. But when I still see the headlines nothing much has changed. A war was still fought, people still died, and the pain of two iconic towers falling will never fade. I really want to know what a team would do, how they would react, and how they would keep their faith in each other in a human world.
Matt and Emily were born from that idea and I have an absolute ball with them. They deal with things completely differently, and they are so strong that they make the world still seem like a place that should be defended and protected no matter what. I hope readers identify with that. I hope they have fun with them as they go up against these things, fall in love, and see the strength they use to understand it all. Matt and Emily are fighters with faith…which basically sums up the rest of us.
Until Next Time, Everybody.