My novel Accidentally Amish was partially inspired by a link in my own family history to some of the earliest Amish settlers. I only discovered this a few years ago.
In my story, Annie Friesen discovers her own link to history that intersects with someone she never expected to meet. And it’s a story I never expected to write, but I’m glad I did.
Isn’t it curious how the smallest things–little facts or experiences we nearly overlook–lead us to something we never expected to find? Or to create?