Wakeworld by Kerry Schafer
Series: Between #2
Release Date: Jan 28, 2014
Vivian Maylor is trying to hold it together. But her attempts to build a life with the man she loves seem doomed by the dragon inside her yearning to break free. Vivian is a dreamshifter, the last line of defense between reality and the dreamworld, and the only one of her kind.
Weston Jennings also believes he is the only one of his kind. He fears his powers as a dreamshifter, and resists learning to control them. After suffering a tragic loss, Weston heads deep into the woods of the Pacific Northwest to embrace a safe life of solitude. But when a terrible mistake leads to an innocent’s death, his guilt drives him to his former home, where he encounters what he never thought he would find: another shifter.
Now Vivian and Weston must work together to defeat a new threat to the dreamworld.
Praise for WAKEWORLD
“Wakeworld is a fine adventure. Kerry Schafer gives us heroes we can root for and a world that twists and turns like an Escher print so that nothing is quite what it seems.”~Anne Bishop, New York Times Bestselling Author
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Life: the Ultimate Idea Factory
A question often asked of writers is this: “Where do you get your ideas?”
The writer brain is a busy place. Trust me. Ideas show up in droves and the problem is primarily one of management and containment. I trip over them when I climb out of bed in the morning and they follow at my heels all day like a little brood of ducklings after their mama. They drop onto my head out of closets and sometimes out of a clear blue sky.
In the morning, I sit down at the laptop for my coffee and the cat jumps up into my lap. She refuses to be a nice, furry writing companion. No, she must sit upright, all four sharp little feet firmly planted in my thighs, staring at the computer screen and randomly butting at my hands and drooling on the keyboard.
Somewhere down the line when I’m writing a scene there will be a cat behaving in precisely this manner, although maybe I’ll throw in a little touch of the supernatural and let the cat control the story and take over the author’s fingers as she writes. Which is a bit of a creepy idea now, because I’m not entirely sure this isn’t the case already.
Ideas are spawned by other people. The lady walking down the street with two ducks following at her heels. The homeless guy on the street corner with a sign. News stories. Random conversations.
The other day at work a patient was looking through a magazine and ran across a picture of a narwhal. While I was checking him in he talked about what he was reading. The Narwhal’s tusk or horn starts as a front tooth and grows about 10 feet long. Also, they have fangs. And as this information hit my brain I jumped from Unicorn of the Sea to Swimming Vampire and I started plotting where to put this creature in the Between and who it might end up killing.
When I’m in a hotel and the key card stops working and I have to go down to the desk to get it re-magnetized or whatever the mojo is they do to bring the dead things back to life, I find myself thinking criminal thoughts. Like, if this wasn’t my key card but I needed to break into somebody’s room, how would I be able to get this employee to activate it for me anyway?
Or, as I’m working at my job as a nurse I might have a random thought along the lines of, “Ooh, you could kill somebody that way.” Please, patients of the world, do not be alarmed. The next thought is generally, “I’d better be super extra careful.” But then that again is followed by a winding plot line of a nurse who accidentally kills a patient and how her life is changed forever by this event.
As you can see, it’s not the coming up with ideas that is the hard part. It’s taming the ideas, selecting the best ones, and shaping them into something that can actually be effectively used in a story.
Every now and then someone asks me why I write.
On the surface of things it seems like a reasonable question, especially considering the restrictions I need to put on the rest of my life in order to make time for the words. These days the day job doesn’t leave me much time for anything, let alone writing. I’m up at 4:30 am on weekday mornings, ready to start writing by 5. I very seldom turn on the TV. I haven’t touched my piano in months. My house has become a safe haven for dust bunnies.
If you think this is insane, I agree with you. But there are varying levels of insanity, and the insane of getting up at ungodly hours to make the writing happen is much more manageable than the state of mind I get into if I’m not writing.
Not that I don’t think about it from time to time. Some days writing is damn hard work. I have spells of wishful day dreaming about a life where I sleep in every morning and come home from work to read books and watch TV and hang out online with my writer friends.
In that life I wouldn’t actually have writer friends to hang out with. And if I had all that time to loll about reading and watching TV and maybe doing crafts, then I would also have time to clean. The dust bunnies would be sad and so would I.
The truth is that I need to write or my head gets so cluttered with thoughts and ideas and emotions and unfinished conversations that I can’t think straight any more. My nerves get all jumpy and edgy. I snap at people for no good reason. It feels a bit like a kettle on the stove with the lid on tight and the steam vent plugged.
Sooner or later the whole thing will explode and there will be a mess.
I write to make sense of the world. I write because I love the music words make when I line them up in the right order on the page. I write because there is magic in it, and maybe that is the most important reason.
We all are looking for some sort of magic in this world of realities. And there is a deep magic in watching characters come to life. As the story grows it takes on a life of its own. Things happen that I as the writer never foresaw. When the writing is going well there is an incredible rush of creative energy and the magic of an unfolding world.
Sometimes, there is the even deeper magic of a reader who fully connects with the story, who is moved to tears or laughter or maybe even both. And that is the very best reason of all.