Who do you trust if your own memories betray you? If everything you think you know has come from someone else’s mind, how do you know who to believe?
And who to kill.
I get annoyed with myself sometimes.
I have a fairly good sense of self-esteem; don’t you worry about that. My brain, however, likes to take my view of myself and turn it upside down.
Me in my head: I start a project. I finish it, no matter what stands in my way, then start another one. Stability. Doing what I say. Keeping promises. If I can’t do that then what’s the point?
Me in reality: Works on Legends of Light then lets them rest for a bit because I can’t get the characters in book six to just click. Also, while I still want to finish them, other projects have higher priority.
Also me: Works on Rebel Heir. Outlines it. Prepares to rewrite it. Has fought with the main character to get his voice right for two years and I am excited about it.
Random piece of flash fiction: So remember that project you wrote two drafts of several years back? The one your friends loved and kept begging you to write? The one you keep refusing to touch because it doesn’t fit in with your plans, but which flows better and truer and rawer than anything you’ve written before or since?
Me: …what about it?
Flash Fiction: Write it.
My friends: Write it.
Me: I can’t. Rebel Heir and Legends of Light and…
My gut: write ittttttt.
Me: I hate you all.
So yeah, that’s my life. No consistency. No plans. What are those anyway?
On a more serious note, I am switching projects. Again. I don’t think I’ll switch again until this trilogy is over, however. For reasons I’ll explain in a moment.
Scarlet Rose is a trilogy where I took all the things that annoyed me about modern teen/ya dystopian rebellions and redid them. Things like love triangles being as important as victory, or a teenager leading a rebellion when there are others more capable, or people being stupid and running off to do their own thing and leaving chaos behind. Or even the idea that, if you fight hard enough, you’ll win.
I took those ideas. I twisted them.
I added memory experiments which not only wipe memories but replace them. I have mental hijacking that uses free will instead of ignoring it. I have science that might not be all it seems to be. Or it might be more.
When Anna wakes up from a transport accident, she thinks she is safe. She thinks she knows who she is. She thinks she knows what side she’s on in the turbulent politics surrounding the assassination of a prominent politician.
There’s only two state-approved religions after all. She must belong to one of them.
Except she quickly realizes that what she knows and what she sees are two very different things.
As everything falls apart, or perhaps falls into place, Anna is in a race against both time and a looming rebellion.
She must find a way to rediscover who she is.
Except that might be just what her enemies what.
It’s a disjointed blurb, I know. It will be better eventually. Maybe I’ll let Scarlett write it. She’s planning to be in the books, after all. (Shhh, don’t let her know I said so. I’ve yet to give final approval and see if it works.)
Unlike my previous books, Scarlet Rose is futuristic and dystopian. Everyone who’s read both my fantasy and bits of Scarlet Rose insists I write futuristic better. The style suits me and I it. I love it and it just…flows.
I also love fantasy and most my ideas were in fantasy. Hence the reason I resisted writing Scarlet Rose for so long.
But what better time to give in and upended plans than now, hmm? It’s happened in most other areas of my life over the last year. Not to mention, if a story like Scarlet Rose has stuck with me and nagged at me for so long (over six years now) then it’s going to get its way at some point.
Over the past month I’ve been working on outlines and themes and characters and getting feedback from my critique group. It’s been amazing and the story is forming so well already. I can’t wait to start writing.
And I can’t wait to share it with you.