I closed my laptop and went immediately to the shower.
I stood in the scalding hot water and thought to myself, what kind of books do I love?
Not just the kind of books I like, but the ones I worship, keep on my bedside table, and aspire to "someday" write...
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Settlefield
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
The Distant Hours and The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton
Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly
What do they have in common?
A historical story.
A heroine investigating the past (except The Book Thief).
A writer trying to find their voice and themselves.
A mystery never solved aching to be uncovered.
An ending I wish would never come.
I got out of the shower.
Got dressed.
Ignored my mop of unruly hair (no straightening today!).
Put on the minimum amount of make up so I would not appear as the walking dead.
Ran downstairs.
Wrote an outline in fifteen minutes.
Drove to my girl friend's house (my biggest fan) and celebrated with a cup of incredible German coffee and three cigarettes - and cried on the way home.
Picked up my kids from school.
Helped them with their homework.
Let them run wild so I could write the first scene.
Sat at my laptop reading, and cried again because I'm in love with it.
Never thought once about my wild hair until now.
Ah, writer heaven.
I stood in the scalding hot water and thought to myself, what kind of books do I love?
Not just the kind of books I like, but the ones I worship, keep on my bedside table, and aspire to "someday" write...
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Settlefield
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
The Distant Hours and The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton
Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly
What do they have in common?
A historical story.
A heroine investigating the past (except The Book Thief).
A writer trying to find their voice and themselves.
A mystery never solved aching to be uncovered.
An ending I wish would never come.
I got out of the shower.
Got dressed.
Ignored my mop of unruly hair (no straightening today!).
Put on the minimum amount of make up so I would not appear as the walking dead.
Ran downstairs.
Wrote an outline in fifteen minutes.
Drove to my girl friend's house (my biggest fan) and celebrated with a cup of incredible German coffee and three cigarettes - and cried on the way home.
Picked up my kids from school.
Helped them with their homework.
Let them run wild so I could write the first scene.
Sat at my laptop reading, and cried again because I'm in love with it.
Never thought once about my wild hair until now.
Ah, writer heaven.
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