For the life of me, I cannot remember where the idea came from. I know where I was. It was a Saturday morning in March of 2011. I was in a Starbucks in St. Albert, Alberta. I was supposed to be finishing the novel I had started for NaNo the previous November. And then, for a reason I don’t remember, I typed the words:
In which The Story of Owen turns ten years old
In which The Story of Owen turns ten years…
In which The Story of Owen turns ten years old
For the life of me, I cannot remember where the idea came from. I know where I was. It was a Saturday morning in March of 2011. I was in a Starbucks in St. Albert, Alberta. I was supposed to be finishing the novel I had started for NaNo the previous November. And then, for a reason I don’t remember, I typed the words: