When A Stranger Asks "What Happens Next?"

I was going through some of my old blog drafts, and I came upon this one. I wrote it three years ago and never posted it for some reason, but oh! How it made me smile! I hope you enjoy it, as well. The current manuscript I was reading was my debut novel, Nameless.
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Something pretty exciting happened last night.  I was visiting my daughter at the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and I was reading my current manuscript aloud while I was rocking her.  (I’m finally at that stage of editing.  HOORAY!)  So I was rocking and reading, reading and rocking.  Then I hit the end of my pages, and I went silent.
“What happens next?”
It was a voice from behind me, a man I don’t know.  His baby is strapped up to every contraption that mine was strapped to earlier, and this baby won’t be held for a long time, if he ever makes it that far.

She started out with a loooooooot of tubes and wires!

She started out with a loooooooot of tubes and wires!

“I’m sorry?”  I asked.
He repeated, “What happens next?”
I can’t tell you how that made me feel.  In this crazy room full of broken children and beeping monitors, a stranger was listening to something that I had written, and he wanted to know how it ended.  It was an amazing feeling.  A beautiful feeling.  It stoked the fires of my desire and creativity.

2 Comments on “When A Stranger Asks "What Happens Next?"”

  1. I hear ya. I just told someone the story of how I got started writing. I wrote an opening scene to a novel (thinking I was just screwing around) and shared it with a horror friend on Facebook. She responded with the same thing: “What happens next?” And so it went for three months. When I finished, I had the first draft of my werewolf novel, Blood and Rain.
    Without her (Michele), I would probably not be doing this,

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