My sister likes to tell me I write stories with strong families who will always be there for each other because we come from a really crappy family at times. I have to agree with her. Here’s why..
I’m the oldest of 7 kids and child number 6 died when I was a teenager. This rattled an already strained family life at home. After years of threatening divorce my parents finally separated and got a divorce. When it comes to my siblings we all know that my mom has favorite and it’s my youngest brother. We have all had to lay down the law that when she calls us she’s not allowed to talk about him unless we specifically asked because he has burned his bridges with us.
In our religion the twelfth birthday is a really big birthday for boys. This week-end is my oldest sons 12th birthday and we have a huge celebration planned for him. It is also my birthday weekend. When my mom called today to find out what our plans are she never once told me happy birthday until I said something about happy freaking birthday to me (today is my birthday). The week-end suddenly became about how she could include my brother (who my husband won’t let around my sons). Luckily my sister came to my rescue and reminded my mom that I’m moving far away from family and this will be her last time to see my kids for a long time.
On the flip side my dad called and the very first thing he said to me was Happy Birthday. He never once asked about my siblings it was all about me and my family.
Now here’s where the inspiration comes in. In the current WIP my heroine has an overbearing mom who seems to look over her middle daughter (the heroine) and wants her to do exactly what she wants her to do. Never mind she has a different plan for her life. With the help of her best friend she finally manages to escape the life her mom has mapped out for her. I freely admit that I’ll be using a lot my feelings and thoughts about my mom in this character.
After all we should write what we know right?