it's the first time that happens:

i wake up with an idea in my mind. a sentence. mind you, it is the best title i've ever created. but that was it: one hell of a title. by itself, it provided a decent introduction and a name - or rather, a nickname - for the main character. but who is she? okay, i do know the character is a she. a girl. i also know she likes astronomy, just like me. but what else? how old is she? where does she live? what are her hobbies? who the hell is she?

i knew that my characters were more alive than they probably should be. i mean, they have this tendency to take over my stories and decide for me the way the story goes. they are very demanding: they ask for a background, an origin. sometimes they don't like the name i give them and force me to change it. i swear it. this time it's different: she came to me, whispered the words to my ears, and told me that whatever was supposed to happen, was up to me. in other words, she put me in one hell of a trouble.

at least she told me her name before she said goodbye: andrea. it is nowhere near enough for a start, but it's all i have. let's see what i'll get.