aprilhenry (aprilhenry) wrote,
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Confession of a killer

I have a confession to make. In the course of writing Girl, Stolen, I killed myself and blinded my teenage daughter.

Not literally, of course.

A couple of years ago, my daughter and I were walking down an unlit road when she noticed something almost magical. Each car that came up behind us would throw our shadows ahead of us. At first the shadows were long and thin, but as the cars got closer, our shadows grew shorter and thicker. But that wasn’t the only trick. “Look!” She pointed. “Our shadows are walking backward.”

And it was true. (If you are ever in a similar situation, watch what happens to your shadow.)

Read the rest of this post over at the MacMillan blog. And if you feel like it, leave a comment - there aren't any right now and it looks so lonely!



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