Where do you get your ideas?

Posted by Heather MacAllister in Heather MacAllister, tags: Blaze, ideas, weddings, writing
My first Blaze is on the stands! Whoo hoo! I was looking forward to its release because the number one question I’m asked is, “Where do you get your ideas?” and this time, I’ve got an easy answer. Naturally, no one has asked me that about this book. But the month is young.
UNDRESSED is four stories about couples who overhear conversations in the dressing rooms sharing a wall between a bridal salon and a tux rental shop. The idea for the book came from shopping for a wedding dress with my sister, who got married last year. You would not believe some of the conversations we overheard in the fitting rooms. At one point, I wondered what would happen if the grooms could hear their brides and future mothers-in-law talking . . . and a book was born.
I made up the conversations in the book. The real ones were too unbelievable. A lot of what happens in real life is too unbelievable to use in a book.
For example, at my sister’s wedding last May, I, as matron of honor, am standing next to her, listening as the minister preaches about marriage before the nitty gritty of exchanging vows and rings.
Now, what’s the classic cliché here? The missing ring, of course.
Yes. A horrible, awful, terrible feeling goes through me as I realize that I don’t have the ring. It’s on the table in the bride’s dressing room.
As I am thinking of how I can sneak off the dais and retrieve the ring without anyone noticing, I am also thinking that I could never use this in a book because it’s such a cliché. I turn to the other bridesmaid and mouth, “I don’t have the ring.”
She smiles and mouths back, “I have the ring.”
I go limp with relief. She discreetly hands it to me and I stick it on my thumb. Moments later, I hear, “May I have the rings?” And that’s when I go for cliché number two–the stuck wedding ring.
I’d been working with the flowers and my hands–and thumb–were sticky from florist’s tape. Since by now I was holding the bride’s bouquet as well as mine, I tried to slide the ring off my thumb with the fingers of the same hand. There was no sliding. The ceremony pauses as the minister waits for me to give him the ring. My sister thinks I’m joking. Finally, I pass off a bouquet and use my other hand to remove the ring because I’m afraid it’ll suddenly become unstuck and go shooting across the dais.
You’d never believe that in a book. I didn’t believe it as it was happening. But I can use the idea, if I make up something more convincing and less like real life.
It’s June! What are your wedding stories?








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Oh Heather, first I have to say I love your cover and this book sounds SO intriguing, I can’t wait to read it.
My sister’s wedding was…unique. She is a belly dancer and dances at our local renaissance festival, Scarborough Faire. She met her husband out there because he is a sword wielding pirate with a pirate comedy show. Yes…I think you can see where this is going. People who work at or frequent Renaissance Festivals are called “Rennies” and they’re similar to “Trekkies” in their, er…devotion to the genre. So, my sister’s wedding took place in the 16th century. Some of the guests included King Henry VIII, Queen Anne Bolyn, English Lords and Ladies dressed in their finest, and lots of belly dancers and pirates. Would that make a good for a good story, or is it too unbelievable? At least my sister wore a gorgeous wedding gown she made and did NOT get married in her belly dancing outfit.
Heather,
I almost spewed Coke Zero on the laptop screen when I got to the part where the ring was stuck. Can’t wait to read the book – sounds fabulous.
Oh, and that’s not the worst of it. Imagine a ring at the base of your left thumb. Now try to flick it off with your first and fourth fingers. The little finger will probably stick with the fourth one. Now take a look at your hand. The minister is Korean–do you suppose he noticed?
Thanks, Jillian! I love it, too.
. I notice that you didn’t describe YOUR outfit
Your sister’s wedding, oh yes, there’s a book there
Heh heh, and I never will.
Nah, seriously, it wasn’t that bad. I’ve actually worn that bridesmaid’s dress as my Rita awards dress once.
I thought yours was very beautiful style, but can’t tell, was it black or Navy?
And speaking of, have you seen that movie 27 dresses? I loved the movie. And now Katherine Heigl has another movie coming out with Gerard (Yummy) Butler this summer!
I have seen 27 dresses! Those were some BAD dresses. Ours are navy blue and are a skirt and top combo. We each chose the top we wanted to wear. Mine might make a trip to Washington DC this year.
I don’t think I have many wedding stories — we did a very low-key party in my parent’s backyard when we got married, more picnic style than anything, and it was great. No major snafus or whatnot, just a fun party (we were married by my husband’s very sweet Spiritualist Aunt who cries at weddings as she’s performing the ceremony — she says it’s the spirits of the people who can’t be there passing through her…which is very nice, really, but when she got crying, so did the rest of us, LOL).
I was at one Catholic wedding, in Latin, once, when I was a teen, and the priest went on so long that the bride fainted on the altar, she just flat passed out. Poor thing.
We just celebrated 12 years yesterday, and had a great weekend. Congratulations on your book! Have to go Kindle it…
Sam
Happy Anniversary, Sam!
(wedding cake)
Love the idea for your book, Heather. I’ve been looking forward to the read. The day I got married my maid of honor and I got our hair done at a place in town, then walked the block over to the venue. She told me to wait behind a tree while she made sure the path was clear (superstitious me – didn’t want to see my groom before the wedding). Apparently, when she got up to the hall, her daughter (the flower girl) needed a little help. My friend sent my cousin to go get me, but he went to the wrong tree. There I was, shivering on a freezing November day in the California foothills, waiting and waiting and . . . waiting some more. Apparently nerves had done damage to my intelligence, as it never occurred to me to simply walk into the hall on my own!
Finally someone noticed I hadn’t yet arrived, and went to find me. My poor friend felt so terribly horrible, but the wedding turned out brilliant, and all was well.
Elle
“but he went to the wrong tree” LOL! And I completely understand why you waited. Besides, they wouldn’t have started without you
Wedding stories!!! Oh, how fun. Heather, yours is so classic. I was a bridesmaid in a Greek wedding once. The bride warned us that the ceremonies are long in her church and that the bridesmaides occasionally faint from standing so long in a hot dress, etc. We all laughed. Who can’t stand at the altar for an hour? Piece of cake. Until that day, I notice one of the bridesmaids weaving about forty five minutes through the ceremony. Really weaving and BAM! Down she goes. It was the hit of the wedding video, watching that poor bridesmaid go down for the count.