I first started writing about a little girl who wanted to grow up to be a pirate. “Why can’t you be more like your sister?” her parents would wonder. My protagonist’s sister was a very girly-girl. I liked the idea of the story very much. I wrote a rough outline and character bibles and I thought I was ready to let the story pour out on paper. But another story snuck its way into my mind, with a very different feel and a very different character. I tried to ignore her, at least until I could complete my young pirate’s tale.
One evening I found my mind drifting to this other story while meditating. Instead of fighting my thoughts, I let them flow. And then to humor those pesky little thoughts even more, I asked my spirit guides for a sign (I had just finished reading Rebecca Rosen’s book, Spirited).
“Ok, spirit guides, here’s the deal; if this is the story that I’m really supposed to write, I need to receive something that’s the color blue within 24 hours.”
I was very specific. I needed to be gifted, or at the very least handed, the blue item. I couldn’t just drive past a blue car or a blue house. I wanted to know beyond all doubt.
At work the next morning I stepped away from my desk for a few minutes. When I returned ‘it’ was there. My blue sign. A coworker brought Cadbury Crème Eggs in for all of us and had left one, with its primarily blue wrapper, on my desk for me. I thanked her profusely. There was no way she could possible know what that little egg meant to me in that moment or how one small gesture shaped my future.
I began writing the manuscript for Bright or Blue the next morning. I also ate the Cadbury Crème Egg. Obviously.