Goodreads asked Janice MacDonald:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Janice MacDonald What a delicious question! I feel all Agatha Christie’s missing five days!

Here you go, the mystery that almost was from my own life.

When I was born (well, slightly before I was born) my father wanted to name me Jac, without a K, because Jac was the name of his best friend. It didn’t materialize because I was a girl.

My mom and dad divorced when I was still very young, and we didn’t see all that much of him throughout my childhood, maybe once every two or three years. Imagine my surprise when a journalist at the Edmonton Journal appeared with the name Jac (without a K) MacDonald. I began to wonder if my father had wandered off and had a whole other family, unknown to us.

I finally got up my courage, at a social event we both were attending, to ask the journalist about his origins and find out that Jac MacDonald had two distinct parents, and neither of them were my dad.

Makes you wonder about who is out there who may be connected to you, doesn’t it? And how far would they go to prevent that from becoming known?

Cheers,
Janice

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