Apr 02 2014
Some of you have been wondering how I got the idea for the book. Like all things, it had to come from somewhere. For me it was a simple genesis and I remember it like it was yesterday. Well, it wasn't yesterday—in fact, I can tell you the day. It was January 25, 2010. It's weird, isn't it? I can't remember what I ate for lunch last Thursday, but I remember a day four years ago. And the reason I remember is very simple. I wrote it down.
This is what I wrote: "I was walking down a long platform at a Paris train station. On the left hand side, in the middle of the station there was a tall glass wall. And around the wall was a bunch of people, where something was not quite right about them. They were looking at the glass wall and some were even climbing up it. On the wall were names and pictures of people, and where they lived so they could go and hunt the humans down. And it's called Assassins Wall."
Now, some of you may ask, why write it down? That's easy. This was a dream. Yup, you just got a glimpse into one of my dream journals. In truth, you got it verbatim. At the time, honestly, I really thought nothing of it. Wrote it down, another odd, random dream. In fact, I didn't do anything about it for almost a solid year.
Why the long wait? I'm not sure. That is part of the mystery of ideas and writing and stories. My best guess: Sometimes the story waits before it fully reveals itself... Maybe until the time is right.
And yes, more often than not, I dream in sci-fi.
I hope to write more soon. And as my grandma always tells me, "Never give up!"