When I was in middle school, I had a very hard time falling asleep at night. Of course, no one told me that staying up at night is pretty much inevitable in teens and tweens (and that science proves school should start at least an hour later.)
Lying awake, wondering why I wasn’t tired, anxieties would creep into my hyperactive brain. The neighbors would turn off their lights, and then the town would eventually, turn off most of its lights. When that happened, it felt like I was the only one awake in the entire world.
That’s when I discovered that I could listen to old-fashioned radio. Talk radio, in particular. Even though I found the sports and politics programs utterly boring, it was proof that someone was out there, broadcasting live.
“Someone is awake,” I thought. “Awake at the same time as me.”
They were broadcasting “live from New York.” Even I knew at age 11 that NY was the city that never sleeps. Though I knew the studios were probably underground (the train…), I still imagined the hosts high up in a tower overlooking the whole flickering metropolis, just below a steel antenna that reached into the clouds.
Eventually, I drifted off to the sounds of talking-head political pundits or technical breakdowns of sports plays I cared nothing about.
What has this got to do with Raythe Reign?
I’m an adventure fiction junkie. After I pulled out of my horrible marketing job, I found myself with that middle-school feeling of disconnection. Even though I had extricated myself from a morally-bankrupt situation, it did nothing to diminish the sense of being completely adrift.
So, when I found Raythe’s sexy, escapist adventure stuff during one of my late-night aimless internet sessions, as well as her open blogging about everything going on with her business, I got that immediate sense:
This is happening! This is happening right now. Someone’s out there, awake at the same time I am, writing the kind of story that I want to read.
I didn’t know what I’d been missing, having only read books before this. The serial stories weren’t carefully-crafted portfolio pieces from the past, something that the author could point to and say, “I wrote this at a certain time of my life.”
To read stories is to feel more alive. For me, to read serial stories is to feel even more alive. Because the stories aren’t just in the past; they are life. Today, right now, and to be continued.
I can understand that others may crave the security of knowing that a story (or series!) is finished before they read. But for me, that sense of now-ness is addicting and a plus, rather than a minus. Especially because Raythe finishes stories.
(Of course I have a very different experience now that I’m part of the RR team… AND THAT EXPERIENCE IS FULL OF SPOILERS, RAYTHE!!!)
Tell me, just out of personal curiosity, how many of you like the real-time aspect of Raythe Reign?
Choose answers or add your own!