I had a dream

No. Really. I did.

It was during the pandemic. I was working as a nurse and was flirting with the edge of burnout. Let’s be honest, I was full on making out with that edge. I just didn’t know it at the time.

I was having these vivid dreams during the periodic times I could actually fall asleep. One night, during the dream I remember telling myself that this would make a good book.

I started working on the book whenever I could, usually in the dead of night when my patients were finally sleeping.

I wrote at a fever pitch back then; the ideas flowing out of me, seemingly of their own accord. It felt like the release of a pressure valve, letting me dance with burnout for a little longer.

But burnout out I did.

I haven’t been able to get back to work since then. I am trying. There’s a great team helping me. But so much of who I am, how I’ve compensated and masked and forced my way through life, has come out. I don’t know if I will ever be the same.

I put my book away for a few years. (I probably should talk about that, since, well, you know. This is my author's website and blog.) It went away, but it stayed with me. The urge to tell a story. Now that I had started writing, there was something inside of me that didn’t want to let that go.

But my first book, the one I’m finally in my final edits of, was tied into my burnout.

So, I picked up my digital pen and my tablet and I started writing again. A completely different story started coming out. One I am excited about, but that needs to be waylaid for a bit while I get the Solvonus Cycle up and running.

And boy, do I have plans for Solvonus. The first is a trilogy, a gripping tale with its own orbital mechanics, for which no physicist was consulted. Unexplained powers, secret machinations, death, woe.

So.

This is my dream. Won’t you come along for the journey?