It’s been 34 years since I was in a labour ward –not a problem for me until this week.
Writing about a birth was crucial to Book 3’s plot, I had no idea what to write, had to write it NOW and the internet stubbornly refused to give up what I needed. So I went for a walk on the beach (as you do) where I started chatting with the only other humans in sight -a woman and her daughter.
Yep. You guessed it… After a while I discovered that the daughter, Wendy, is an experienced midwife. Two hours and a thousand inane questions later I had everything I needed. She even gave me her contact details in case of more questions. Of course I ran back and whipped that chapter out with a flourish.
Thank you lovely Wendy for choosing the career you chose and for being on the beach at precisely the right moment.
Love, love, love the serendipity of being an author.