The inspiration for this particular piece is very personal. A few years ago, I started seeing the number 217 everywhere, and I mean everywhere. There was an off ramp near my house, every time I looked at the clock (day or night), the change I’d receive at the store, a lotto ticket, a variety of incidents on the TV…it was borderline hysteria-inducing. The significance? My birthday, February 17th. I looked into the meaning of recurring numbers and there were a few different explanations, and I discovered a few other interesting things about numbers, so I decided to write about it. Oh, and also, I’m looking for my Mr. Darcy, so this story is (almost) all me.
If life and death are cyclical, how do you achieve your ideal future when a past life mistake has altered your present course?
Snippet (currently in rewrites): Hannah leads a fairly lonely life. Her only comforts are her sister, her best friend, and her favorite Jane Austen, Persuasion. She’s looking for romance, chivalry, and a gentleman straight out of her favorite book, but in this modern day and age, the likelihood of finding such a man are practically non-existent. So when she starts seeing her birthdate, 2-17, repeatedly and incessantly, a sign that something might be missing in her life, she decides to do something different and go after her dream, in England.
But things do not go as planned upon her arrival. She learns that life and death have a cycle, and that she and her “true love” are on different tracks. If they are ever to get her happily ever after, they’re going to need some help.
*Claude Theberge’s Romance – my touchstone, the image I held dear while writing.
Take a visual journey via Pinterest.