Inspiration, to me, is the same as dreams. It’s an imaginary world where all these wonderful things can be found, lived, said, done - and every single thing lingers on forever. I think without the imagination - without our dreams - we would have nothing.
Unfortunately, I also believe in balance; the simple fact that good always comes along with the bad. It has to, really. If not, there would be absolutely no balance in the universe and we would all be confused all the time. Say you fall in love with a ‘hot vamp’ in literature who has a soul, then there simply has to be another book that comes along starring the ‘hot vamp’ who cares nothing for the heart who loves him. In other words, for every dream there is a nightmare that walks hand-in-hand.
When I was thirteen, I felt as if I were stuck in one of those nightmares. The same feeling I think we all get in our teenage years at some point. I had lost my grandfather - a person who I could literally speak everything to, and was an icon of mine. As I’ve said before, this is the time where I thought about the ‘above’ world. For me, I was confused. I had absolutely no idea why an angel of any sort would want to walk ‘among us’ and deal with war, poverty, and just plain annoyances we have down here. I was wondering how such a pure being could step into a world of human emotion that included anger, hate, heartbreak, etc. and live among us. In fact, in my mind, I saw them as ‘winged ones’ who simply took one look at the place and hightailed it out of here.
That’s when I had that first dream of Matt. No, this wasn’t one of romance, or something that should be written as a sweeping saga atop a moor - Matt was just a face. He was a friend - the same age as me - who showed me around like a tour guide would, and talked to me about his world, his life and his reasons for wanting freedom. He made me see that my grandfather was just fine, which made me feel better, but he also was a great deal of fun.
He asked me questions, just as many as I did of him. And it got to the point, as I aged, that I noticed Matt was simply a teen like me (except much prettier J). He longed for freedom - to get out of his home and ‘see the world.’ He actually wanted to experience the emotions we have down here, for the simple fact that with the nightmare came the dream. You see, he was on the opposite side of the fence. He figured that since there were tough, hard emotions down here that he would be very excited to be a part of all the good ones. Love, friendship, family, adventure, excitement - things like that.
It took another decade before I saw this guide in my dreams again, and that was when my father passed away far too early. Although I had inspirations to become a writer, Matt was my inspiration for the book. I suddenly thought it was time for the world to hear his story, and when I came up with Emily, the warrior/angel team was born.
I hope readers like the story, I really do. I hope they can see and hear the amazing emotions that came along for Matt and Emily, and feel the grit and hardship that they had to face in order to get the ‘good’ with the ‘bad.’ I also hope that everyone remembers - teenager or adult - that even though you may feel like you’re stuck in a nightmare every once in a while, there most certainly IS a dream that will come along to make it all worthwhile.
Until Next Time, Everybody.