It Has Begun…

I promised myself about a month ago that once I was moved and relatively settled, I was going to get to work on a new novel project. At the time, I didn’t even have an idea to go off of, but knew I wanted to sit down and get back to the writing. I looked at my calendar, picked June 9th as a start date, and committed myself to the project.

For two weeks, I mulled over ideas, but nothing struck me. I could write about zombies… yeah, sure. I write about them all the time these days. I could write about vampires, but meh, it seems everyone is writing about vampires right now because of Twilight and True Blood. The more I thought about what I wanted to write about, the more my brain started to hurt and the less I wanted to write… period.

Then it hit me. Oddly enough, I was on the treadmill (RIP) at the time, walking my time away and watching an episode of Battlestar Galactica-which I am prone to doing while on the treadmill. Eureka! I knew what I wanted to write about. I have always been fascinated by the unknown and metaphysical, and much of my fiction over the years has explored that dark side of the moon where creepy things exist. The thing is, we all question that which we do not understand, searching constantly for answers to questions that theology and philosophy lay before us like time bombs, ticking away the minutes of our lives. What happens when we die? Is there an afterlife? Where do we go? Is there a God? If so, does It/He/She even care about us? Is good and evil truly a human concept, or a reflection of necessary universal balance?

I could go on, but eventually, I think your head would start to hurt. I know mine has already just trying to grasp the great unknown.

At the time, I was toying around with a name for a secret project that will eventually be coming down the line, and the word Harbinger kept coming up on my end. I have always loved that word and its dark connotations, but what if a harbinger were something more than the doom and horror often associated with it. Harbinger of Death… the herald of the end… but what if the Harbinger brought good things and was often misinterpreted because mankind has chosen the labels “good” and “bad” for that which make him feel comfortable and uncomfortable.

Some of the most incredible changes in a person’s life are often labeled as “bad.” You tell someone, “I’m getting a divorce,” and the automatic response is, Gasp! “Oh my god! I am so sorry.” But what if a divorce is the catalyst you need to propel you to a higher place? Bad=Good, yes? Of course, it seems as though I digress, but really this was all part of the concept. As I mentioned before, when I first noted that I had come up with an idea I wanted to explore, I don’t want to give too much away. Plots are tricky things with minds of their own, and were I to go into too much detail, I would likely wind up changing my mind anyway, and then you’d say, “But Beanses, you said you were going to do this…”

So, to keep from having to explain myself later, I will tell you only this: The Harbinger is coming. Be prepared. I’ve already started the story. I finished the introduction last night and am currently working on Chapter One. I will keep you updated on my progress, and maybe even share some of the writing from time to time. I hope you’ll be there to cheer me on.

Also, I am working on edits for a fantasy novel that I am itching like mad to start podcasting this summer. Between my freelance jobs, novel writing, edits and life itself, I am going to be super busy, but it’s the best kind of busy in the world.

Oh, and btw, if you haven’t already heard, there’s an INVASION on the horizon. I’ve been trying to get inside details, but the closer I get, the more I start to wonder if I should be looking for a logical, scientific answer to what’s going on. I know that Lost Gods author, Drew Beatty and Fetidus author, James Durham have both been invaded, and it’s only a matter of time before the Invasion spreads. I have heard that we should expect some kind of reveal on June 17th… that’s one week from today… I hope it doesn’t all hit the fan before then. It seems that no one is safe.

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