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Welcome to Robin Saxon
The quote that sums up The Royal Road is this:
"The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind." -- Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams
The truth is, dream interpretation through symbols is wildly subjective. One person will have a dream about a dog and it will mean loyalty, another with a phobia of dogs will have a nightmare. But dreams can be a way for the mind to figure things out, and that was where I got the idea for The Royal Road.
In the book, Weston Davies is faced with Sidney Romero, a new productivity consultant who may be a threat to Weston's job. Office rumor is cruel, and Sidney is painted as a too-quiet weirdo who is out to shut down the company, but where in real life Weston's paranoia rules, his dream brain is smarter. As a struggling writer, his dreams are framed in fantastical scenarios, where Sidney is a dragon and Weston a dragon slayer - and they begin to reveal things that Weston doesn't pick up in his waking hours.
The Royal Road also deals with expectation versus reality; what happens when you dream of a man being a hero who saves planets, but in real life he's simply a regular man? What happens when your dreams paint an image of a man with rippling musculature, but in real life he has an average build? Do you refuse to let go of your expectations, or do you learn to see beyond them?
His mind was too consumed by ideas, glorious ideas, that seemed to create themselves and get better all by themselves, as though he wasn’t even consciously involved in the making of them. It was intoxicating; he’d never had inspiration like that, and by the end of the day, he had five pages of scribbled notes and a rudimentary map.
As soon as he got home, he eagerly opened his laptop, his fingers hovering over the keys.
And found himself unable to type anything.
A minute ticked by. Weston frowned increasingly harder at the screen.
Five minutes, and he still hadn’t typed anything.
“Oh my God,” he moaned in despair, burying his face in his hands. “I’m a hack. I’m an ideas man. Everybody hates the ideas man because he can’t actually do anything.”
No matter how hard he stared at the screen, the words wouldn’t come. Weston shuffled his notes, read them through again, but though the images and ideas were clear in his mind, he couldn’t translate them into the words of a novel. How did he start it? What was the plot going to be? What growth would the characters go through?
No, he could do this. Weston wasn’t going to give up.
He raised his fingers to the keyboard again, and very deliberately typed:
'WingBlade was a handsome warrior. The most handsome in all the land.'
No. God, no. That wouldn’t do. Weston deleted it, and started anew.
'In times of crisis, the people of the Flatlands enjoyed doing activities such as roasting potatoes and cutting them into the colloquially named “fries.”.'
That was even worse, and made no sense whatsoever.
Robin Saxon, born and bred in New Zealand, lives in the Midwest with partner Alex Kidwell. When not writing or daydreaming about ideas for more stories, Robin is usually found playing MMOs like World of Warcraft, reading, drawing, and fussing over their cats, Starsky and Hutch.
In the rare times when they are not being pestered by their cats, Robin also listens to heavy metal music and enjoys everything from classics like Chaucer to urban fiction, as well as cooking vegetarian meals and inflicting them on Alex.
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