If music be the food of love, play on. -Shakespeare.
Eight Days a Week. I am finishing what has been a marathon writing session. Producing over ten thousand words a day during a Sunday to Sunday week, I am about to finish the first draft of Metatron’s Legacy.
Though I have periodically gone through spurts of producing 5 – 15K words/day, this is a first; completing a first draft in such a short time. A marathon.
A single title, Metatron’s Legacy takes place nineteen years after the final book in the Metatron’s Army series. It was a much-needed break.
I was working on the first draft of Pin, Book Eight in the series. It’s the climax of the series, the start of the End Game. It’s also incredibly intense.
At least, for me.
This book in particular took me back to the original concepts that inspired the series.
The Near Death Experience I had at age 10.
In the Beginning. I was in tenth grade when the story really started coming together.
Though I started conceptualizing it a year earlier.
I was in my room, staring at a wall calendar. The male model was the inspiration for Verix, the Energy Shifter/Protector/Protagonist.
It wasn’t always that way.
His character was originally a bad guy. However, while staring at the image the idea came to me that he wasn’t bad, just misunderstood.
As I continued to gaze into dark brown eyes, I allowed my mind to wander. Over the course of the next few hours, if not days, plot twists and the climax – the dark moment if you will – took shape.
Send Me An Angel. I’d like to say I came up with the idea on my own, but I feel as if it was given to me by – something.
The muse, I suppose.
Though the actual ending and numerous subplots didn’t crystalize at that point, the story was more or less completed that week, after a geometry theorem set off a series of events related to the NDE and what I’d seen during it. **
The ending and subplots evolved over the next thirty-three years.
Don’t Cry. As I got to the climax – the dark moment – I found myself taken back to those high school days – and before.
To the NDE, the images and sensations..
It wasn’t necessarily a bad experience.
Outside what got me there – brain surgery, blind, paralyzed, coma, death.
It’s just that once the door to that world opened, it stayed open
Not just memories, connections.
Street of Dreams. Throughout the years, I’ve integrated those connections into my life, learned to live with the open door. In reviewing if not reliving certain aspects, however, I found myself feeling an emotional weight that choked me up a bit.
Not at all my nature.
One evening, an idea for a new book came to mind.
To put it in perspective, I should have been sleeping.
At first, I groaned. I’m not a big fan of creating branch stories for every secondary or tertiary character in an original series. However, the plot that popped into my consciousness was not only intriguing, it was complete as a single title! It was also, in my opinion, a perfect follow-on to the last book in the series. Related, yet separate, it would be a good story on its own merit. That was a week ago.
Rock Me Amadeus. There were times I felt like Mozart at the end of the movie, with some invisible task master driving relentlessly. It was as if the book was writing itself.
It’s hard to imagine writing a book in one week as a break from months of work on a series but it has been.
An emotional break.
I’m Alright. It was a pressure release valve, a reminder that everything works out in the end.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat. This article has been a break from Metatron’s Legacy. Now, it’s time to get back to it.
I have a first draft to finish.
Simultaneous Display: Book 5 in Metatron’s Army is now available.
** For more on this, along with other details regarding the NDE, read After Here: The Celestial Plane and What Happens When We Die.
Musical references were deliberate.