I remember sitting down one day and pondering scenarios. The "what if's," rolled around in my noggin like popcorn in an air popper. There are so many choices where, as a writer-- I could begin a story, or even a full-length novel. Then, I remembered my trip to this nursing home on the outskirts of Dallas, Texas that I happened to visit one time. That day, "The Flowers of Reminiscence," was born, and life was given to Nellie Blue Bell. I fleshed her character out from her birth in 1901, and watched her mature.
Oh, the power of creation! I now controlled her every move, her physical appearance, her voice, personality, and soul. She became mine, and when she grew, I grew. I took her places, I created situations that Nellie would have to cope with in her own style. In the recesses of my mind, I found myself in her shoes. We walked in them, together. I found myself falling in love with a character.
I apologize to Nellie for the situations I put her in. I knew she deserved better many times in the novel. But I made her tough, and resilient. I made her fiercely independent. She didn't need me anymore. So, I sent her off to the world, so others might get to know her, like I did. Be kind to her, she deserves it.
Ronnie Ray Jenkins
June 20, 2012