I had eight long months to spend thinking about what I
would want to become. Eight months of undisturbed peace and quiet, no
distraction whatsoever. Then when I was born a bit earlier than expected, I
declared right away that I would become a doctor. Much to my surprise, no one
seemed to bother. My mother, the doctor and the midwife were busy marvelling at
me. Then they were joined by my father. He needed some time for coming to terms
with my being a girl, rather than a boy. When I expressed my objections he
talked about fathers' ancient desires ... so I accepted his excuses. My family
was characterized by unconditional love. That I would become a doctor was, to
me, a matter of fact. All the more so, because I had no Plan B. I haven't had
Plans B in general, to this date. I don't bother working out one; instead, I
execute my Plan A. My father would have preferred seeing me as a physicist, so
when the time came for applying to university, he asked what if I would not be
admitted. Why shouldn't they admit me, I asked. And I was right, they took me
...and after six wonderful years at university I received my degree and started to work. I am healing others, I am where I belong, I thought. But that's not the way Fate would have it. My first book was born four years ago, just for a special someone, coming like a bolt from the blue. A detour it must be, thought I. Well, it wasn't.
....and since the summer of 2018 my books have been coming, one after another. The story of the Lilly Crow and Willy Crow, the Dream stones, the Butterfly dance - Zoé's book, Butterfly dance - in the past or in the future ...
I just sit down, listen to music, and, after a while, start writing ...