We are our choices, but we start from something we have no control over; the raw material that is place, financial means, parental care.
I have my father's smile. It's a good smile. It was his father's, and now it's also mine. But no one would mistake me for my father.
The same goes with writing. It is the product of my reading history, the rejection letters I received, my tastes and aversions. My perseverance. Nothing is new, but my writing is my version of what has come before me, what I want to recreate.
I dedicated my new novel, The Seduction of Lucy to my parents, Wayne and Betty Flood, because they've supported my dreams and loved me even when I was difficult to love.
Happy New Year Mom and Dad.