The morning of my birthday, and what am I doing? I'm glad you asked.
I read nightly, sometimes way late into the night. Tonight was no exception. I got done about 12:30 and although I wasn't very tired, I knew I would be in the morning, so I made myself stay in bed rather than get up and get online. Proud moment there for me - as you can see, that moment has PASSED!
I'm laying there, and BOOM! New book, new premise, new characters, all popping up like freakin' pop-up windows on an aol site. One right after another, from book name to character names, to full fledged conversations - quirks, secondary characters, jobs, all of it, within 30 minutes from start to finish. After the idea of the book popped up, I was like, "Yeah, okay, that's neat. Go to sleep." Ha. I don't listen very well...
The more I laid there, the more scenes flowed through my brain like a movie. I've never had all of it hit like this, all at once and this fast. It's leaving me breathless and giddy with eager anticipation. The best part, or maybe the worst, is that it's part autobiographical, once the idea emerged. And the idea emerged for one simple reason: It's my birthday. For as long as I can remember, my first thought for each birthday was about my birth mother. Wondering about her, wondering if she was remembering the date and wondering about me.
I've since found her, and in doing so, found a part of myself that I'd hunted for so freakin' long. Answers fell into place immediately. Some of the situation was just a creepy, surreal thing. And in thinking of her, and our journey to finding each other, all of the above just flew into place.
I just had to share it with someone. My birthday present to myself when I wake up? Start my story and tell that particular tale. I've wanted to do it for a long, long time, but never really had a clue as to how to go about it without it being totally autobiographical. But boom - in one night, in the span of half an hour, a short contemporary flew out at me. I simply reached out my greedy little hand and grabbed on.