“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.”
~ Francis Bacon
Bizarre synchronicities happen when I have conversations with Saranna DeWylde and/or Virginia Nelson on Facebook. Recently, Saranna was brainstorming book titles and it was mentioned that princessy happily ever afters were on tap. My response was almost like automatic writing with someone else directing my fingers. When I read what I had written, it was an awakening:
“I’m really feeling dark shorts these days. Its all very Stephen King and unsettling considering I’m in a really good place right now. That fallen angels project I’ve been sitting on for years…yeah. So dark & delicious!” ~ Lisa Pietsch to Saranna DeWylde on Facebook
This isn’t the first time I’ve done this sort of thing. I remember vivid scenes coming to mind during late night Facebook breaks with Saranna and Virginia over the past several years. Each time, I take notes and put them in my huge “To Be Written” file. Something about the dynamic I have with these women opens a door and ideas come rushing into my head.
I’ve been working on the next Task Force 125 story lately and the words haven’t been coming quickly. In the meantime, dark, murderous, and postapocalyptic stories are shooting through my mind fully developed with complete character arcs. I almost think my conscious mind is so bent on control that it is screening all of the calls from my subconscious. Once in a while, a call will get through and leave a frantic voicemail. These dark, neo-noir, Frank Miller (Sin City), Jamie Delano (Hellblazer), Robert Rodriguez (Grindhouse) style messages coming through are like that black dot you see out of the corner of your eye on a sunny day that you can’t stop chasing. It’s true. There is a notebook by my bed filled with thousands of handwritten words, tiny capsules of story to trigger my memory when I can get back to them.
It is bizarre. Dark worlds and their stories are coming to me and yet, for the first time in a very long time, my life is in a very good place.
And yet, I can’t help but wonder…
I’ve never considered myself a romance writer. My talented friends write beautiful stories with happily ever afters and yet, I have never felt qualified to write satisfying romance. After all, what the hell do I know about romance? Breakfast in bed, candlelight dinners, diamonds, flowers, declarations of love, and wild nights of soul-searing sex are all fiction to me.
I remember writing the opening scene for Seven Souls a Leaping.
It was so vivid to me. It flowed quickly and easily from my mind to my fingertips.
Readers were shocked but they couldn’t look away.
I loved that part.
I have some wonderful readers who continue to comment on how they’d like to see more Task Force 125 stories and I want to produce good stories for them, but I think, after I publish the book I’m working on, I may need to depart from espionage to explore my Dark Half.
Time to finish Kissing the Frogman.