I haven't posted since January, so I know my two readers are very disappointed. But i'm back, and my novel Mya is complete!
At approximately 64,000 words, it's not related in any way to my previous novel Decline. . . except, perhaps it is? Certainly not in character or story, but perhaps this is book two on a theme, a feeling and emotion.
With that, it's time to start querying literary agents, and part of that is my synopsis, which is what I'm sharing today. Would this compel you to read it?
"Colin rides the train alone. It stops suddenly and he’s stranded next to a poor borough of an unnamed city in an unnamed state. The trip was recommended by his psychologist—something about closure. Also recommended was the journal that rests on his lap. As he waits for his trip to resume, the memories of his time in the city assault him. He begins to daydream, reliving his attendance at the city’s venerable university. Most of all, he experiences the beautiful and mysterious Mya, the memories of whom have haunted him ever since. But are they memories?
Mya is a dark romance between Colin and Mya, and between its lines, it is a meditation on what is virtue and what is vice when everything is set ablaze around them. Like José Saramago, Mya is set in a strange but familiar city, with foreign sights and smells that tweak the imagination. Colin’s story is his own, but is it how things really happened? And most of all, how has he re-evaluated his decisions? Could doing the right thing lead to disaster, and vice versa?
Colin remembers the misfortune twisting their own lives as tragedy strikes the city at its bitter heart. Amidst the chaos, Colin and Mya’s relationship blossoms. In a caste society, cruel decisions are made silently, on the periphery, that keep the two entrenched while they battle their own demons, take out their own frustrations on each other, and finally relieve their damage together.
Keeping you guessing until the very end, Mya holds its secrets close to its heart. It’s unabashed and unafraid of stark
truths and romanticizing its darkness. And in the end, the reader must decide what’s real and what’s true, which may or may not be mutually exclusive."