We all have to start somewhere. I was 22 years old and in my last undergraduate year of college when I had the idea to write a nostalgic, character-driven, coming-of-age story that explored loss, love, and generational angst. Blue Eyeshadow was the result. Despite its many imperfections, I will always love this story because it was my first attempt at writing "serious" fiction. I even won an award for it. Thankfully, I write better now than I did in 1997, but few things I've written since have made me as happy as this little story does. Without further ado...
She was only eight in 1983. But she dreamt about being eighteen. When she slept, visions of blue eyeshadow, teased hair, pink spandex, off-the-shoulder sweatshirts, leg warmers, and gaudy earrings flashdanced before her eyes. Sometimes she would fantasize about Eddie Murphy. Not the 90’s debonair version, but the Beverly Hills Cop/Saturday Night Live Eddie with nappy hair and a gap-toothed smile. She would think about how much she adored the King of Pop when he was black, pre-maternity Madonna, and of course, Simon LeBon. Sure, she was only eight back then, but Duran Duran still made her drool.