Sewer and a book... sounds about right for my first blog post... ever.
I promise the rest of my posts won’t make you want to dry heave... Follow me here, I’m onto something...
My first book idea came from two things..
1.Conversation with my dad.
2.Ancestry.
Inspiration number 1:
Have you ever had a conversation and thought, ‘How did we go from talking about the weather, to THIS?!’
Don’t lie. We all have.
I’ve had those types of conversations with my dad, my whole life. He can strike up a conversation with a barn, fire hydrant, cashier at True Value. <----- That’s actually happened....
Yet I love him for it.
Our conversation got the wheels in my head turning... A conversation about sewer...
You read that completely correct.
Sewer.
We were driving when I commented on how bizarrely neat it would be to go back in time. To see how everything was: their way of life, fashion, hairstyle, phrases...
And then my dad said: “Calia, I don’t think that would be fun at all.”
Me:”Why?”
Dad: “Well, think about it. They probably didn’t have sewer systems back then. So their waste was probably just floating down the street.”
(He paints a pretty picture.. doesn’t he?)
We moved onto a different topic, but I retained my desire to see different eras in my mind, and simply kept it there.
Too late though! The damage was done. After that, I spoke with Joshua, and he encouraged me to write my idea out. I’d tell him all about my concept and he’d add in his suggestions, and support anyway he could.
I tossed everything we discussed in my head like a hacky sack. I tried to find the viscous cons over the pros. Cons always win. But my curiosity shoved the negative thoughts out of the drivers seat and took complete control...
Inspiration number 2:
Ancestry
I love that word.
No! I take that back. I’m obsessed with it. I realize that 100% solidifies my status as a complete loser. But I wear my loserism like a shiny little badge.
My parents would rift through old photos. You know, the ones that are so old they’re yellow and have the distinct smell of moth balls..THOSE old photos. They’d go through them and answer my gazillion questions of: “Who’s that? What’s that persons’ name? What year was this?”
I’d then proceed to stare at the picture, soaking in everything in front of me.
As I delved deeper into my family’s history I found out some amazing things. Things I had never known! I also discovered some not so pretty facts and stories. A lot of tragedy.
And I thought to myself, “What if I could go back and stop them?”... What if I could tell he/she, “Don’t do this! It’ll bring you so much heartache!”
I’d love to have that button now. I’d probably have to go back 5 billion times in my own past......
That bright red time-travel button will never be created. However, my imagination can create whatever I want to see. So I took the two thoughts said above, and ran like a maniac....
So, here’s to my journey in discovering my stories, and weaving them the best way I can. Or in Naomi and Alexander’s case... UNRAVELING them the best way I can!
-Calia
