My Origin Story
I grew up at a time when it definitely wasn’t “cool” to be a redhead. In addition to my sister, there was only one other redhead at my school. Taunts ranged from the benign “carrot top” to the more offensive “s#!t brown.” Oh, how I longed to be a brunette.
Fast-forward to today and it’s almost impossible to walk down the street without encountering at least one redhead—and most of those are people who have deliberately changed their natural hair colour. Go figure.
As the Greek philosopher Heraclitus of Ephesus said: “Everything changes and nothing remains still.” What I once thought was the bane of my existence is now something desirable.
It’s a good life lesson.
As a capricious reader, I will happily switch from genre to genre: a light-hearted romance one day, an edge-of-your seat thriller the next, perhaps a serious social commentary after dinner. It all depends on my mood. Similarly, as a writer, I find it difficult to stay inside the publishing industry’s prescribed little boxes. And maybe that’s a good thing.
It’s impossible to know what’s going to be the next great trend embraced by readers. If you try to follow the wave and write what’s hot now, you may find it’s passé by the time you’re finished (except vampires—they don’t ever die). But things change. If you write what you love now, perhaps you can set the trend, or be lucky enough to catch the wave as it’s breaking.
And so, I’ve called this My Redhead Blog as a reminder to be true to myself; the rest of the world will catch up.