One night, at the tender age of 5, I had trouble falling asleep. The thought occurred to me that I should tell myself a story.
I’ve had insomnia ever since.
Which is to say that this was a much better idea than riding the big wooden roller coaster at Circus World the year before. I picked up the plot thread each night and even on road trips. Characters became friends, new worlds became my playground and life exploded in brilliant color.
Then a certain music group caught my attention.
Prior to this, my knowledge of the music industry was limited to my babysitter.
Sitter: “Who’s your favorite music group?”
Me: “Uh…music group?”
Sitter: “Yeah, you know, like the Beatles.”
Me: Really? There’s a group named after bugs?
She liked Air Supply; I just liked the hot air balloon on the album cover.
But suddenly there was music that rocked my world, and a fandom that cemented friendships during
my awkward phase a wonderful time in my humble existence. I wrote and wrote and wrote, giving my friends and I many fantastic adventures with these people. I discovered the joy of leaving cliff hangers that prompted readers to throw my notebooks back and demand I continue the story. Ah me, it was a grand old time.
These eventually became the stuff of
blackmail legend . And though that joy languished for many years after, NaNoWriMo brought it all back in spades. It even helped me find my own soul mate – a writer, of course, with the college degree to prove it.
Nano gave me an evil villain who’d set up shop in the African jungle only to watch his castle be taken down by a monk, wielding a fried chicken drumstick. In another dimension four warriors helped a young writer realize her destiny and save their own existence – with the help of that same monk, now wielding a Molotov cocktail. Mayhem ensued, things got unplugged, and the Quechop came into being. (Though, do not bring this up to the Immortals. They despise prophesy.)
Oh, here’s the obligatory “J M Gallagher resides in the US with said soul mate and 2 cats, spending hours under headphones, plotting. Or reading. Or playing Spider Solitaire.”
Amazing worlds await…shall we?