When I was a tad younger, I went to a party with friends. At that time, a college buddy owned a moped shop. He was searching for a young lady to represent his store at an RV show’s beauty contest. I had modeled in college and knew I could do it, but should I?
After plying me with a couple of margaritas, he, my roommate, and another guy convinced me to do it.
In my later years, I’ve told this story, describing the (younger) contestants (especially the girl with blonde cornrows), the judges (one was a former professional football quarterback), and attempting to drop a few pounds. When I began writing, people would say, “You should write a story about that.”
Huh. Could I? Do writers take elements and experiences from their own lives and add them to their work?
The idea germinated. I had to try. It grew and…