I’m working on a new story. It’s a detective story with a speculative twist thrown in to please the strangeness in me. And I like it. I’m enjoying the characters and the fact that I know where this one is going. For a writer, those are things to be celebrated.
But I noticed something the other day. Something that made me sad. My main character is alone a lot. Now, that’s not so uncommon for these types of stories, not so uncommon for your heroine to strike out on her own, but it does make for a hefty amount of internal monologue and not quite enough conversation. And suddenly, I wished my lead had a best friend.
I’m not sure I’ll give her one. It’s okay for her to be lonely right now. But that need, that vacant spot in her fictional existence became desperately apparent because I know what it is to have a best friend. I know the noisy, companionable, sometimes silent, space-filling, hand-holding, shoulder-leaning blessing another kindred soul can be.
I know this because I was born one month and three days before Alicia. Our fathers were best friends and we were raised to be the same. Rumor has it everyone expected me to be a boy, and our arranged marriage agreed upon. I spoiled things by showing up a girl, I suppose, but maybe not. Because I gained something in Alicia that so few can really claim: a lifelong friend.
We have lots of things in common, Alicia and I. We were both raised in Christian families by church leaders. We vacationed together. We went to high school together. We took piano lessons from the same teacher. We cheered together. We slathered on the mime makeup and performed together. We even crushed on all the same boys at church camp. They ALWAYS chose her, by the way. LIKE. ALWAYS.
But even with all the things we’ve shared through the years, we’re very different individuals. Our temperaments, our challenges, our talents, our passions. We don’t share many of those. And yet, God saw fit to stick us together. He thought we’d need one another.
He was right.
I mean, nobody can beat us at Taboo. Nobody. We have too much history. And if you need to know the fastest way to get around Disneyland, or the best way to apply mime makeup, we’ve got you covered.
And if you need to sit and talk, or cry, or vent, there’s no better person to call than Alicia. Especially when she’s driving! There is nothing quite so amazing as talking to Alicia when she’s toying with a little road rage.
And when life changes and you don’t see each other quite as often, it’s okay, because Alicia is still Alicia. No matter what she’s gone through, no matter the battles she’s had to fight, no matter how you’ve both changed–Alicia is still the kindhearted, sassy soul she’s always been.
And she’s going to tell you the truth. And she’s going to let you mope. And she may even curse a little bit (which might be the funniest, most surprising thing about her).
The world can be crashing down around us, and still, Alicia will be there.
And life is less lonely because she is.
While my detective story is short on BFFs, my Angel Eyes trilogy is not. And if you’ve caught the similarities between Alicia’s name and Ali’s, you are one bright Crayola. Today–on Alicia’s birthday!–we’re celebrating best friends. To do so, I’ve put together a little Dark Halo BFF Prize pack to be raffled off. Two of each prize will be given. One for you and one for a friend. The winner will receive:
2 copies of Dark Halo | 2 Dark Halo audio books | 2 Dark Halo bookmarks | 2 Dark Halo posters
Use the Rafflecopter below to enter. I’ll draw a name on Friday, March 28th and notify the winner via email.
And hey, enjoy your friends today. 😉