I have a big imagination. I always had and I think I always will.
When I was a kid, I was always spending time creating stories in my head to kill time. It was my way to deal with boredom while in the car or on the train. I liked to listen to music and let my imagination create, escape the real world and live extraordinary lives.
It has never been anything else than something to kill time when I was bored and alone.
However, something different happened one night in February 2013. It was a Wednesday, I remember it clearly. At that time, I was living in Madrid where I was finishing my Master’s degree. I was in my bed trying to fall asleep after a long day.
You know how restless you can be when Morpheus is denying you his arms. Well, it is exactly how I was. I had an exam the next day, it was late and I just wanted to sleep.
But you see, when I can’t sleep, I don’t know for you but in my case, I think! Well, normal, you would think but it wasn’t exactly thinking but rather overanalyzing my life… In normal circumstances, it was always making Morpheus run and flee but on this particular day it was even worse. See, this Wednesday in question was none other than February 13th a.k.a Valentine’s Day eve…
Well my friends, I will be honest with you, I was young and at that time, being single on the day we celebrate love was a big deal for me. Even more so that, a few days later, I was going to fly home to celebrate my sister’s new decade! So you see, I was turning in my bed, restless, thinking about all those things: how time was speeding by, how, once more, I wasn’t going to experiment the joy of the V Day, how I was going to take the plane soon… And boom, it happened!
At first nothing abnormal, I was creating a story full of “what if” as I was used to doing but this time it was different. It was different because my brain was running, running from idea to idea. They kept coming, assaulting my mind as never before. This story was not a story to kill time anymore, it was THE story, THE idea I thought I will never have. This story was a book story with a plot and different characters. This thing unrolling in my head had a beginning and an end and the more I was thinking about it the more the framework and the scenes were building.
Slowly, that night, in my bed, I created the story that was going to become later Challenging Destiny. So what do you think I did? Got up and hurry to write everything on a paper? Well no, I just fell asleep! Unbelievable, I know! When I woke up the next morning, everything was still clear in my head and to be honest, as soon I as thought about it, I rushed out of bed and wrote the storyline.
So today, it has been two years since that night and I can’t be more grateful for it. That night has changed a lot of things and has allowed me to discover a part of myself I didn’t really know, a part I knew was there hidden somewhere in me but I had never really experienced: the story writer.
Voila, I know this a long post but I was feeling nostalgic yesterday, watching, outside my window, the New York nightlife, and thinking about the night that has changed a lot for me. I thought it would be nice to share this story with you guys. That’s how I started writing this post but I guess I need to start the next book soon because as you can see I miss sharing my thoughts!
Enjoy the long weekend and the day of hearts, people, and don’t forget you never know what a sleepless night (not necessarily in Seattle…) can bring you!