About
Presentation of the author
Who am I ?
I am Lise Muscat Verceil, author of the dystopian romance Soleil Blanc. I was born in the Paris region on April 19, 1973. First child, I quickly invented friends to share my imaginary adventures.
I live my first years with my grandparents from the era of the first Technicolor films and the idols of American cinema. I live my life absorbed by the sublime stories of this golden age of cinema through my eyes dazzled little girl.
Lise Muscat Verceil, author of dystopian romances, my origins
Jeanne Bourrin and "the Ladies' Room", the revelation
Then comes the period of adolescence with its malaise and the loneliness it brings.
And there, my chimerical world only exists for me. I dream with my eyes open, I invent characters who accompany me like friends to whom I give life tirelessly to erase the sadness of a teenage life.
So I immersed myself in reading and I discovered the author who would reveal what would later become my passion for writing and the Middle Ages: Jeanne Bourrin and " la Chambre des dames ".
Through his addictive pen, his sensitivity, his perfect knowledge of history and the extraordinary tenderness of his unforgettable characters, I understood that words were my passion.
Music within a strict school, at the beginning of an extraordinary adventure
Then I was also able to reveal myself in music. I started the piano at the age of 7, a little cello a few years later… Words and notes to brighten up an often difficult daily life in an extremely strict private college of old-fashioned education. I put on a blue blouse every morning (compulsory uniform) which will forever remain in my memory the sad symbol of a monotony that suffocates the dreamer...
Yet it was in the midst of this austerity that I discovered the first audience for my stories. I was not writing yet. I was telling...
Between two hours of dull and spartan teaching, in a playground sad and gray like the sky of Paris, I began to tell my stories to other teenagers like me who could not find their place in the rigors of daily life. without smiles. So my imagination became our lifeline and allowed us to go through the college years in the midst of the adventures that I offered them and which changed our daily lives.
My first attempts, the antidote to moments of uncertainty
At the end of this difficult period, high school and then college were times when I left my chimerical universe for a while to finally exist completely. But my imagination never stopped coming back in waves, tirelessly.
And there I decided to put on paper, this world that only took shape in my nights. A bit like a way to make this universe real.
My first stories date from that time. But I never finished them. For what reasons ? Writing was not an end in itself for me. It was a hobby, an outlet…nothing more.
I am studying History at the Sorbonne in Paris, a discipline that suits my characters perfectly. who start to travel through time and centuries. My favorite style in literature is the historical novel. I started a manuscript at that time. A romance in the era of the crusades, like a reminiscence of my love for the works of Jeanne Bourrin.
Then I go to the Normal School of Music in Paris. I want to make it my job.
Not as a concert performer, but as a conservatory teacher. It is in this art that I realize myself fully at this period of my life. The piano is my passion, my outlet, the way to evacuate an overly deep sensitivity that sometimes makes me suffer.
But for professional reasons, my family left the Paris region to settle in Nice. This is where my world is collapsing… I have no choice but to follow them, because I know I can't live without them.
Lise Muscat Verceil author of dystopian romances, the beginning of a new life
My difficult beginnings in writing
And my life starts over again. No more friends, no normal music school, a different city… I found the sun there, but initially, not the warmth of human relations.
During these years of solitude, I wrote a lot, but I did not know how to structure my stories. My novel about the crusades continues, but it never ends, other stories are born in the midst of my sadness, but none come to fruition.
I start a lot of manuscripts, but nothing follow up. I go from page to page without ever building anything.
I kept these scraps of writing and I used some of them for SOLEIL BLANC, in particular the letter that Aidan addresses to Nina in volume 2.
Perhaps I will find some for my next novels which will also be useful to me.
And then I met my husband and my loneliness disappeared. We had two children, and the time passed at the speed of a butterfly's wing beat. The first years, I was too busy with my role as a mother to think about writing.
Then I fell ill, and writing and music were no longer part of my life.
It took me many years to rediscover the taste for many things, and still others to have the strength to get up and face a world that frightened me.
Then the perfect balance
But time has done its job, and one evening, while picking up my son from high school, while admiring a fabulous sunset, I wondered what would become of us if we were deprived of this star that gives us life.
It was at this moment that SOLEIL BLANC was born in my mind. This dystopian romance wrote itself, in just over eight months, as if it was etched in my head and all my fingers had to do was follow the thread of my imagination.
This moment of writing was pure happiness that brought me intense joy.
My characters have become my friends and my story has invaded me to completely absorb me.
Today, I work a lot on the distribution of this work to give it a chance to exist.
I participate in literary fairs, signing sessions, I regularly publish on social networks.
I have new writing projects that I hope will see the light of day soon.
To be continued…