This Blogfest is being hosted by none other than DL Hammons at Cruising Altitude 2.0, Alex J. Cavanuagh, Katie Mills at Creepy Query Girl, and Mathew MacNish at QQQE. It's all about the story of your origin. So, here's mine.
Ever since I was a little girl I've been an avid reader. My mom instilled the love of reading in me at a very early age. I loved to read anything that would transport me to a different world, give me a new experience, or take me on a ride. If it made me want to turn the page faster than I could read, make my heart race, tears fall so much that it blurred the page, or scare me into pulling the covers over my head, even better. The problem came in when I didn't like how the story was going. I wanted to change it. I wanted to decide how the story ended. Who fell in love with who. Who lived and who died. It got to the point where when reading Choose Your Own Adventure books I would read both options and decide which one I liked best. So, I started making up my own stories.
Many times over the years I would "start" writing a book. I would get as far as the first chapter, but never getting any farther. I never thought that I would actually write a book. When people asked me, "If you could be anything what would it be?" I always answered a writer. So, once again I started a first chapter, but this time was different. I didn't stop.
One night, I was having a hard time falling asleep. Somewhere in the state between awareness and sleep I began to daydream. While lying there, I saw this whole scene play out in front of me. As I drifted off to sleep, it played over and over, becoming more and more real. When I woke up the next morning, I remembered the whole thing.
It was a scene in which a normal girl has an incident that changes her whole life. The life that she knew is over and she has to become something completely different. She has to find an inner strength in herself that she never knew she had. This scene completely consumed me for weeks. It was all I could think about. Repeating over and over, expanding and gaining a life of its own. I began to write it down, simply to get it out of my head. That scene became the first chapter of my book. Here I am, twelve chapters later, still going strong. Who would've known?
What's your origin?