Ten years ago, almost to the day, I fell so much in love with the television show Eureka that I searched online for news about the next season, and discovered fanfiction. I’d never even heard of fanfiction before, much less read it, but I promptly read all the Eureka stories that were available.
None of them were quite right. None of them were what I wanted the story to be. So I wrote my own. I published it on 11/9/2010. And then I added a chapter, because people said nice things about it. Then I wrote a whole story, with a plot as much like a Eureka episode as I could manage — crazy science, familiar characters, the diner, and the smart house named SARAH. It was called An Australian Werewolf in Eureka, and literally, ten years ago today, I would have been three days into writing it. It took me a week — the first chapter was posted on 11/14 and the last on 11/21 — and was 20,894 words long. Almost 3000 words a day — a number I would declare impossible for me except for this clear evidence that I did it once. While also working full-time and going to grad school part-time.
Then I wrote another story and another and another, and eventually I stopped writing fanfiction and started writing fiction, ie stories set in my own worlds with characters from my own imagination.
Then I quit my job, published a book, dropped out of grad school, published another couple of books, sold my house and moved into a van, published a few more books, and spent four years wandering around the country.
Today I stood in the Eureka, California DMV, and made it official: I live in California now. Not quite in Eureka, but just a few miles away. And it is so amazing and weird and amusing to me that there is such a direct causal link between falling in love with a television show named Eureka and winding up living here, in this delightful quirky small town.
This isn’t what I expected for my life. This isn’t even what I expected at the beginning of the year. But I really am grateful every single day that I wound up here, and for what came into my life from that incredibly random moment of sitting down next to my son and saying, “What’s this show about?”
That’s lovely and serendipitous and eerie and strange and woo woo cool!
I’m grateful for your friendship and that you have decided to remain in California. I dearly love your stories!
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