A Little Girl's Voice

You know, writing is a funny thing.

There will be nothing there. I'll be going about my life as usual. You know, a regular life, reading, cooking, singing, bossing people around, whatever.

And then, those characters who have never been heard from before, come alive inside my head.

Now I have found a little girl's voice. Of course, part of  her is me, that's just a fact. But she's more than just me, she's different and has a life of her own.

I have written close to sixty pages, and she still has a lot to say, so I guess I'm writing another book.

It's about a little girl who is nine years old. It's 1963 and in  a tiny town in the South. That sounds like my life. She also has friends and a family like mine were.

But that's where it stops. The people I knew/know, and events that occurred in our lives, are a mere outline to who these new characters are.

I don't delve too far into all that, it might mess up the magic.

But maybe it's how an observer would have seen us. Or maybe some of it is how I wish it had been. Or am glad it wasn't that way.

No one has read any of it yet, but my daughter has agreed to read the first rough draft to do some editing.

We'll see what she says. She's a writer too, and has a good eye for what is "real" in my fiction.

Time will tell.