Sometimes your memories are made up of reminders that eventually replace them.

I’m slowly working on another book, a standalone novel, about a girl who gets a second chance with a guy when he offers to take her to her senior prom. It’s sort of based on real events, but not really—the characters will be different, the ending will be different than what really happened. The book will go deeper than just a fluffy prom night and will be deeply nostalgic—however, I want it to be funny and witty too, in the veins of something like The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

I’m not much of a standalone novel kind of girl—everything else I’ve written is a series, but there was something about this story that stuck to me thematically, about second chances, fate and destiny, first love, and all sorts of related stuff that we experience in high school. There’s something very magical about the people you grow up with, especially looking back and realizing that you were mostly friends because you were there together. After you grow up, you go your separate ways and become the people you were meant to be—sometimes you stay together, sometimes you grow apart, sometimes you reconnect at a different period in time. I want to address all of this in my book.

Normally, with a new series, I’m either drawn to a plot, a character or relationship, or a magical new world (I am a fantasy/sci-fi writer)—but for this book, I’m drawn to a theme, which is a first. I’m finding myself hearing little conversations, lyrics from songs, whispers and symbols, and pulling them together slowly. My writing partner Susan writes almost all her books like this; I, however, feel like I’m headed into the uncharted. In the spirit of #NakedNoveling, I’m just letting the story come to me whenever it wants, revealing itself as it can in bits and pieces, until it’s ready to be written (which probably won’t be for awhile).

This is one of the quotes I’m experiencing right now, about nostalgia, about not really remembering the true events but remembering that someone gave you a rose, or you stayed up all night with them, just talking, or you had an amazing time, or you opened your heart, finally. When we look back and try to remember the events of our lives, we often rewrite them, until we can’t remember with clarity anymore. During your teenage years especially, you remember how people made you feel. I think that’s what this book is about.

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