I HAVE SOMETHING TO ADMIT…
I have not started working on my next book at all.
I haven’t even written any outlines whatsoever.
Not word one.
Basically because of life in general and being busy with that;
I haven’t really found the time to sit down for a significant length of such and do an outline and background of the characters and scene, as it requires lots of time at one setting for that.
That doesn’t mean that my mind hasn’t had ideas, however;
Remember when I mentioned how two of my ideas for a second book were,
- A guy on the autism spectrum who’s simply a social failure in the neurotypical mainstream world who finds out about a place made for people on the spectrum, goes there, and is not only accepted, but flourishes, and…
- A futuristic story about America being embroiled in a Second Civil War based on political, social, and cultural philosophies and views, i.e., liberal, “Black Lives Matter” types vs far right wing conservative supporters of the former President-Whose-Name-I-Do-Not-Mention-On-This-Blog
Well,
When I go to bed at night, to help me go to sleep I create stories and scenarios in my head; essentially telling myself bedtime stories that I imagine.
Lately I’ve had this scenario/outline of a story pop into my gray matter as I try to wind down and sleep…
In a not-that-distant future, the United States, realizing once and for all that the polarization and pronounced animosity between liberals and conservatives is too overwhelming for the country to ever unify, ends and partitions itself into three separate countries, the liberal factions taking the Northeast and West Coast while the South, Midwest, and much of the Rockies go to the conservatives.
In the conservative nation, which I have an idea to call it the Columbian States of America, the clock is pretty much turned back 100 years as far as issues pertaining to race, gender, class, and socioeconomic status as the saying “He who is a conservative and has the gold, rules” rules the day with its one party status; meaning abortion, unions, and equal rights for anyone who isn’t white, wealthy and male are more or less non-existent as even the moderate conservatives are lacking of rights.
Meanwhile, the liberal countries – I’m calling the West Coast nation the Republic of Pacifica while I’m not sure what to call the northeast country yet – are likewise a one-party nation but are not free of problems and issues; crime, drug abuse, extremely high taxes and prices to things like gas and housing, homelessness, and general lack of funding and red tape blocking anything significant from getting accomplished.
Those scenarios, at least for now, set up the story, which is this:
A young African-American male in his 20s from the conservative nation, who is on the spectrum, is in a really terrible state;
He’s getting treated very badly by too many people because of the color of his skin as segregation, harassment by law enforcement and other authorities, denial of services like being refused service in stores due to color, ethnicity and/or gender, legalization and encouragement of people of color being called racial epithets, including blacks being called the “N” word, and (not literal, but virtual in the form of various programs reminiscent of the sharecropping era) slavery has been re-established in many parts of that new right wing country.
Not only that, he’s not being treated too well by his fellow Blacks either due to his being on the spectrum and behaving in a way that is seen by too many as strange, resulting in him being bullied, taken advantage of, and being called a “Goofy Mark” for the bulk of his life.
In fact, he doesn’t have any real friends, or anyone who really cares about him, at all.
His family is dead (I’m not yet sure how), and he’s at the very end of his rope to the point where he tries suicide after trying to get a job and not only being called the “N” word as he gets turned down, he gets chased by bigoted thugs who want to hurt him if not outright kill him.
After he escapes the bigots, that’s the last straw for him as he finds a bridge to jump off of when he hears someone get his attention, asking for help.
It’s a young, olive-skinned, dark-haired, mixed ethnic-type lady who tells him of a place where he can go and feel safe and flourish; not in the Republic of Pacifica or the northeast country, but somewhere far north in what’s known as Canada.
They set off, walking, taking buses and trains, and hiding in various places reminiscent of the Underground Railroad of the pre-Civil War 1800s, seeing all kinds of spectacular scenery while not only becoming friends, but growing closer on the way to becoming more than friends, especially after the young lady sees him doing some very nice things like feeding some stray animals.
As they get closer to their destination, the guy, while sleeping in their shared tent, wakes up and sees the lady praying for food (they are running out) and suddenly beginning to shine in a very bright light while an abundance of food appears.
The young lady, now decked in a bright white robe, turns out to be an angel who was sent to look after him on their journey as she tells him,
“Now you know what I am.”
When they reach their destination, a town where there is incredibly no crime, racism, or any of the ills of society whatsoever where it turns out that the town is run by angels like the young lady.
“No, this is not Heaven,” the young lady tells him when he asks, “But it’s pretty close as it’s just a tiny hint of what Heaven is like.”
The biggest twist in this story idea is the fact that the young man and the angel fall completely in love, even going on what turns out to be a wonderful date that solidifies in concrete how they feel for each other, but of course the angel is not allowed to be with him and she’s very upset about that, telling her fellow angels “I love him!” as she sheds tears.
Finally, she’s given a choice;
- She can be with the young man, but she has to give up being an angel and become human
- She can remain an angel, but she has to return to Heaven and can never see the guy again – at least until he dies, and even then they can never be a couple
When she tells the young man of her options, he tells her,
“I’ll make up your mind for you; I can’t let you give up being what you are just to be with me. I’m not important enough or worthy enough for that.”
So they split up amongst tears, a big hug, and her kissing him on his cheek.
But a few days later, he hears a knock on his door.
It’s the angel, who tells him with a smile, “It’s not your decision!” as she not only kisses and hugs him in complete happiness, she produces a ring and asks him to marry her, saying that his humility in telling her to not be with him because he didn’t feel that he was worthy tipped the scales.
Which of course he accepts, her telling him that she can remain an angel after she was so sad after returning to Heaven, God telling her, “I want you to be happy,” in letting her be with him, also informing her that she is still needed as an angel.
At the wedding reception, someone brings news of a devastating Second Civil War that destroys all three countries in the former U.S., the young man, although sad at that development, thanking God for blessing him to be where he is and for his now-wife.
And of course they both live, proverbially speaking, “Happily Ever After”.
You know what?
I think I have just written a first draft – a VERY ROUGH first draft – of my story outline!
But in stating the obvious, that’s all that I have for now as this is still a very, VERY rough idea whose details can well change.
It’s all a matter of finding the time to sit down and really work on this outline, story background, and the development of the characters.
I’m convinced this idea comes from the fact that since I’ve never been in any kind of romantic relationship in real life, I’ll create one in book form as the young man is kind of (but not completely) based on me.
I’m very much interested in finding out what everyone thinks of this idea for my next book.
Please let me know in the comments…