And somewhere along the line, I’d forgotten how to daydream. Thank goodness I remembered before life closed any more of its doors on me. We’re never too old, after all, to let our minds wander off for a while and smile at the magic.
What I remember when I started to write was that I couldn’t wait to wake up in the morning and get to my characters.
Most anyone who has ever loved me has claimed it started with the eyes. They are big and brown and full of emotion. While they seemed far more supersized as a baby, they are still a topic of conversation and my most distinguished physical feature twenty eight years later.
Sometimes when I’m alone in a crowded place, I find myself looking at strangers’ eyes. I often wonder if one day I’ll be met with a mirror image of my own gazing back at me. If I did, would I know it was you?