You know that friend that you really like but have to explain to all your other friends why you are friends with that person? Yeah…that would be me. I never really fit in anywhere but seemed to have friends, and even a few best friends. This did not change as I matured. Mainly because I’m a bit of a Peter Pan and I still don’t want to grow up. So anyway, I’m weird. I admit it. I’m good with being weird. Mostly. Being the weird one has helped me create characters to write about. Like now.
See, I have this heroine in the next Nightrider book. Her name is Jennifer. She’s in human resources. She drives a VW Bug. She is part of a girl posse but is always the bridesmaid, thrower of showers, and wingman (wingwoman?). Anyway, you know what I mean. She’s the one the boss asks to stay late or come in on weekends. She’s the one her family relies on because their too busy to be arsed. Her story has languished. I knew about her. I just didn’t know what sort of external and internal conflict there was going to be. Then this little message from the Universe dropped into my inbox.
If you only knew, Silver, how normal you were when you thought you were weird.
How strong you were when you thought you were weak.
And how ready you were when you thought you weren’t.
You’d think again, oh Great One Revered by All in the Unseen –
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Not normal normal, Silver, awesome normal. And ready ready.
I’d like to say it was a light bulb moment but Iffy hasn’t paid the electric bill in awhile. Still, I now have a real handle on Jen. She’s a people pleaser. And she’s the odd woman out. And she thinks she’s totally weird. Except she isn’t. And Wizard is going to convince her of that. Because those of us who are weird get our happy ever afters too.
And yeah, I know I’m not the only weird one out here. I have weird friends and I adore each of you! Psst. You know who you are.