Rummaging through a box with the unhelpful label “keepsakes and misc” I found a file folder stuffed with the poems and sketches I wrote in high school. Some of it was predictably sappy. Some surprising and resonant. And one piece, a little poem called I Flew Among the Stars stood right there in the middle between overly earnest and interesting. I read. I smiled. I took a nap.
That’s when the story arrived. Or rather, that’s when Imogen and the beginning of the story arrived. So I started writing and the story evolved into my first novel, Decoupage.