Inspiration For A Write Life | Wanda St. Hilaire
I was a writer with a burning desire to weave my travel tales, but I wanted to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I told my mum I was afraid of people’s opinions —especially my family— about some of my wanton adventures.
“Write it. Do what you have to do. Don’t worry about what others think.”
At my premiere book signing event in the now defunct Indigo Spirit Mount Royal, a tall, handsome man walked in the door. Scanning the store, he spotted me sitting alone at the little corner table with my stack of hot-off-the-press books. With long strides, he headed directly for me. Picking up the book, he asked me to tell him about my Cuban misadventure. He cracked the book open and read the first word at a chapter break, aloud: Unbef——lievable.
“I’ll take it!”