A Goodreads Giveaway in honor of Mama’s Birthday!
This novel of mine, Folded Dreams, seems to be ever evolving; the story brushes up against so many sciences (even though I may take a good bit of poetic license, there!)…and now every one of my characters have suggested that the science of gerontology must be included!
” Gerontology is the study of the social, psychological, cognitive, and biological aspects of aging.” (Thank you, Wikipedia!)
Because of the nature of the story, what with all the bouncing around through time (whether through memories, dreams, ‘in the spirit’ or…otherwise), most of the characters in Folded Dreams will, at some juncture, experience old age. There are numerous interactions between the characters, during the varying stages of old age, and even some with ancient ancestors.
Thomas’ mother (neither she nor his father have yet been introduced, by the way…see upcoming post, “Folded Dreams: Cast of Characters”) whispered to me the other day, from somewhere behind and beyond my left shoulder, that without understanding how old age might affect an individual, and therefore how the subtle (or not so subtle) related nuances may exhibit, the reader may not be able to put himself into the mindset to grasp the relevance of a scene…for instance, some old fossils are cranky and some are mellow, some patient and some are quite intolerably impatient.
Bear in mind that I have no desire to even co-author a textbook, so, as with the other sciences referenced in the Folded Dreams novel, explanations, definitions and examples will be scattered throughout the dialogues, ‘travel’ sequences and background chatter.
I’m still hoping to have Folded Dreams ready to publish by December 2016, but I declare, these characters need to give me a break! If all of this evolving and additions of subjects like gerontology, of all things, keeps up, it won’t be ready until I’m old enough to be listed as an ancient ancestor!
The worst reviews I’ve received, so far, on Folded Dreams – the Beginning, my little debut book published last year, were still pretty well excellent (no less than 4-stars on Amazon, Goodreads and several blog sites), with the only complaint being that it was just too short and left the reader wanting much more of the why’s, who’s and wherefore’s.
“Folded Dreams” is, of course, the follow up novel based on that book (metaphysical/science fiction); it not only expands on the characters and their backstories, but also expounds on those why’s and wherefore’s of the story as related to the broad science of physics. Hence the name, “Folded Dreams”, which is a direct reference to the scientific concept of folding time and space.
It is my goal with the novel to keep the really deliciously, shuddery thrill of the first book and turn the story into something that, as the reader is experiencing it vicariously and becoming any one of the characters, they find that they believe it, as deeply as they would were it non-fiction!
I have conducted a lot of (amateur) research into a sect of science that has always fascinated me but is, even so, beyond my non-scientific mind to completely grasp:
Physics, in all of its glory.
“Study hard what interests you the most in the most undisciplined, irreverent and original manner possible.”
– Richard P Feynman
By combining that subject with forays into philosophy and the metaphysical sciences, I’m hoping that my goal will eventually be met. Sharing external posts which are relevant to the storyline will also, I hope, help the reader to be able to read it with understanding. It is for this reason that I share all those physics, spirituality and metaphysical posts which make up some of my online research.
There will be accurate references to the sciences, of course, but Folded Dreams is, after all, a work of fiction…a story, not a textbook…and so there will be poetic license will be taken.
I’m hoping that by the time Folded Dreams, the novel is ready for publish, I will have left enough hints and clues to capture the interest of, at least hundreds of readers!
We are conceived. We are born. We live…then we die.
This seems to be an established fact. But is it? What are facts, but once-upon-a-time theories. ‘The world is flat”. That was a ‘fact’, too, until someone proved differently. ‘The sun travels across the sky as it orbits the earth’…another ‘fact’, until it was proven otherwise.
It really didn’t take all that long for mankind to realize that much of what he believed about life was based on theory, rather than ‘fact’. And science is proving, or disproving, facts and theories every single day.
So why is it so difficult to believe that the only things we “know” about Time, might, as yet, simply be accepted theory?
Stories about time and space, whether as a fantasy, or as related in a textbook as an example, have always fascinated me. But when you combine time, space, myth, faith-based belief, fantasy AND physics into one story…now, that’s the stuff of a good book…if, of course, that’s a genre that interests you.
In “Folded Dreams” (the follow-up novel to ‘Folded Dreams – the Beginning’), all of these elements (plus a bit of theory regarding the neurological aspects of the brain’s potential) are represented…with a lot of poetic license taken…(ahem…) hence, the designation of ‘fiction’.
In this book, an inter-changeability of time and space, the wide ranging beliefs regarding the spirit, its origin and state of “be-ing”, seemingly…and actual…paranormal and extraterrestrial visitations, ‘claire’ gifts, and out-of-body/near-death experiences, all come together to form a really good reading experience, or so I’ve been told (honestly, even I like it, and I’m my own worst critic!).
Five chapters to the “Folded Dreams” novel, are now available to read on Goodreads! I hope you will read and enjoy them….and please, do comment. Your input really helps!
If you have read “Folded Dreams – the Beginning”, you will have seen those words. That’s because the protagonist, “The Child”, and “Mother” are loosely based on me and my own mother. I suppose Mama would consider my unusual interest in death and the ‘hereafter’ from such a young and tender age, as being morbid. After all, children should be all about life and the future and giving their parents a hard time, right?
Mama was more full of life than most people I’ve ever known. She was filled to the brim with passion…her smiles and laughter were a joy to behold and could tame the most angry beast that could take up residence in a person’s heart…and her indignant, righteous rages (for 99% of her blow-ups were due to righteous wrath) could still the heart of a murderer and make him run for the nearest church, recognizing a dire and immediate need for sanctuary!
It was not until the year before she passed away that I found out Mama had her own particular spiritual belief system, regardless of what her church taught. Oh, she was a true believer…a true Christian…one of those few, rare souls who actually strove to live the way Christ taught, even in the face of the cruelties, meanness of spirit and spitefulness of mankind. But even though she respected and honoured her denomination, in her heart she also had her own understanding of the deepest mysteries of life.
I would not have known this, except that we had a very short conversation about the…odd things…that I had witnessed in my nearly half century (at the time) of life. In one indirect sentence, she told me that she hadn’t really thought I was as strange as she had led me to believe, all those years. She didn’t say, “I do wish you’d stop being so melodramatic and morbid. Why must you always be so facetious?” No, during this conversation…one of the last we ever had…she merely clicked her tongue, cocked her head sideways and said, “Stranger things have happened to more people than you could ever know….to people you would never imagine.”
I think that writing the “Folded Dreams…” books (and basing “Mother” on her), and “Waking Up Dead!”, is my way of thanking Mama for finally letting me know that ‘pooh poohing’ my oddities as a child was simply her way of protecting me from a world that wouldn’t understand, and rarely acknowledges that there is more to life than those things that are visible. It made it much easier to let her go, once I knew we held the same faith.
(Thanks, Anne, for nudging my memories…)