My SPARK was Alice in Wonderland.
When I was about seven I wanted to climb into those pages and follow that white rabbit just as Alice did. Since that wasn’t possible I started creating my own worlds and climbing into those instead. I still have the book that I read when I was seven and every once in a while I read a passage or two. I’m never disappointed, and I never cease to have a wonderland experience that reminds me why I write stories.
“The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.”
And so the journey begins . . . again and again and again. And each time I’m so ready for it and for the Mad Hatter and the hedgehog and the Queen of Hearts.