I have said that the inspiration for Until Next Time truly came when I was a teenager going through a tough time. I actually began to think about angels and wonder why the heck they would come here in the first place? As far as I was concerned, at that time, life was just awful down here in this world, and I believed that the "winged ones" certainly wouldn't want to waste their time trying to save us. (I know, it's negative, but what can I say? I was 13, upset and the hormones were raging.)
Matt, the warrior, was the first one I really recognized inside my own head. I didn't have a visual from a television show, or a book, or a 'real life' event; what I did have was a series of dreams when my brain was going in all different directions (not unlike it is now. LOL).
Matt was tall and blond, with hair that kind of went all over the place - like the power of his gilded wings had whipped his hair into a frenzy and he had no place to go to buy styling gel. No, I'm not going to go down the path of Matt being the most handsome glittering boy on the planet. :) In my dream, Matt was a friend. He smiled a lot, he tilted his head to the side as if he was wondering what on earth I was talking about most of the time, and he kept screwing up my name in my dreams. I'm Amy, yet every time he said something he called me Em. I didn't correct him. A) He was a dream and, B), I don't really think you should correct a being that could snuff you out in an instant if they felt like it.
Seeing as that my beloved grandfather had just died, my imagination was probably already soaring into that unknown world above, wondering if he'd made it there, or if 'there' even existed.
I remember doors with funny labels on them; a hallway of glass which was really awesome because when I looked out the top there was this mass of 'winged ones' - a group went in one direction, while the other half headed the other way. And through all this, Matt was a guide. I even remember a huge library that he walked me into. That library was just about the coolest thing I'd ever seen (think the NYPL but even HIGHER ceilings filled with books, cubbyholes of scrolls, and a librarian who looked like someone I would not want to mess with.)
I asked Matt a ton of questions, and he told me about a room he trained in with his teacher. He kept calling himself a warrior, but he looked more like a gangly teen who was pretty much just having fun. He even took me to a door that, when it opened, contained my grandfather's house. He showed me that the people I loved were just fine. But the more Matt and I spoke, the more I began to notice that he really wanted to be down here as much as I really wanted to stay up there.
Was I ready for the rubber room? I don't think so, (even though my teenage daughter would tell you different). I think I was just a kid going through a hard time, who loved to read and used her imagination to get away from it all.
Years later Matt reappeared on the pages of Until Next Time with his partner, Em, and I was finally able to tell their tale. From the ground up, The Angel Chronicles are their stories; a look at two beings who are friends, partners, guides - a team that have faith in each other. And I can't wait to tell the rest!
Until Next Time, Everybody.