Apparently I have always harbored a weakness for really pretty clothes. One of my favorite books as child (after Cinderella for Obvious Reasons), The Queen Who Stole the Sky, is about a woman who cuts down the sky and turns it into a ball gown—her hem shimmering with golden stars and rose colored sunsets as she swishes across the dance floor.
Not only did I spend long periods of time admiring the beautiful frock portrayed in this book, wondering how it would look on my ten year old body, but the story also become the catalyst for my very first and suspicious similarly titled short story, the Queen Who Stole the Ocean.
Okay, so it wasn’t that original, but still, it did get me started writing and sometimes that is the most important step,
So thank you Queen, you inspired me then, and only continue to do so.