Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else. ~ Margaret Mead
I always thought I was weird. (Some people say I still am. LOL) I didn’t know other people had stories running around in their heads until I took a writing class at a community college by Maris Soule, an author and now someone I call a friend. She described that phenomenon and I thought, yay, I’m not the only one. In a way, I found that reassuring. But then I realized I’m not unique.
Except for one thing. The stories and characters running around in my brain are mine alone. No other writers’ stories are exactly like mine. Now that’s unique. Then again, I wrote a science fiction romance, The Pilot. I worked on that story for at least five years. After it was published, I took time to read more sci-fi romances and happened across Linnea Sinclair’s Finders Keepers. I freaked out. The story I thought was so unique had so many similarities that I wrote to her and explained I’d never read her book and hoped she wouldn’t think I’d copied her story. She wrote me the nicest post about how often similar stories or characters/things show up in real life or in fiction. I've seen plot devices in television shows or movies that were similar to those in my already published books. Like there’s something in the ether that we writers feed off. Just when we think we’re unique, bam, we find out we’re just like everyone else.
When my daughter was growing up, people would say she looks like me. They’d call her Little Diane. Now she has a daughter who looks like her and people call my granddaughter Little Liz. While there are some physical similarities, I see my daughter as a unique personality. Same with my granddaughter. Quite unique.
Now I have a new granddaughter. Of course, everyone is trying to figure who she looks like. Since she changes each day, that’s a little difficult. Sometimes I see my son in her, sometimes my daughter-in-law, and sometimes, another family member. She’ll keep on changing and it won’t matter who she looks like. She will be her own person.
Here’s to the uniqueness in all of us. Wouldn’t it be boring if we were all alike?