Sometimes you're holding three extra items that don't fit in the little basket you picked up at Trader Joe's and wondering whether you're out of dried blueberries and how hot it will be in the car and someone stops you and says, "Annika? Is that you?"
I am not Annika (nor do I look anything like an Annika, I think, but that's irrelevant.). But I look like Annika. And Annika is so nice. And isn't that great, kids, she reminds us of Annika! And I may lose my hold on the packet of organic asparagus, but somehow, I'm still honored. Because I look like Annika, and Annika is so nice. Because, as we often learn, we have dopplegangers.Maybe they're nothing like us. Maybe they live in Romania and wear leather trousers. Maybe they're even not nice, but we won't say that, not yet--you may choose to write it, though.
In honor of one core subject in my new novel, THE ORPHAN SISTER (do you have it yet? Oh, do pick one up--it's a paperback, so you can bring it to the beach/on the subway/to your mom's house/on a plane. Or you can get an e-book in format of your choice. I think you'll like it, really, I do, even if it doesn't look just like Annika.) twindom, belonging, and pairs:
write about meeting your doppleganger. Maybe you meet her in Trader Joe's, or maybe you meet her at a party where people invite people they think look like twins. Wherever you meet, start with a dialogue. I want to hear if you sound alike, too.
Thanks a lot for these!! Been going through some hard times lately, and these helped me out a lot. This is one I like a lot. Not so much inspirational, but a good one I like to live by.
Posted by: Free Poker | September 15, 2011 at 10:17 AM