the first glimpse
More than a week ago, I was putting the lil one to sleep, both of us dozing off, her hands in mine, and I thought–this is the feeling I want to write about.
Then I thought–what if it wasn’t even my child, and the feeling remained? What if I pretended to be her mother?
Now why would I do that? Hmmm, perhaps I want to pretend I have a kid because I’m a virgin. Why would somebody want to go such lengths and have such a tricky setup just to pretend she’s not a virgin?
Well, perhaps it’s a world where virginity poses danger to women…
But why not get rid of it the easy way then?
And so the story was born, the OMG it’s so creepy, it’s so thrilling idea. I fell asleep and had a dream that involved the usual NaNo writing and everything, and at the end of the dream, I grabbed a pen and started writing my idea down frantically. The same idea.
Then I woke up, panicked that it would be lost, and typed up it in a few words.
That’s how a story is born.
