This is a flower that is popping up all over the place at the moment.
It's also a state of mind. Many might know people with such a tendency (the fashion industry thrives of them). The name comes from a Greek myth about a boy that fell in love with his own reflection in a pool of water and was turned into the before-mention flower by the nymph Echo, because he had rejected her.
Okay, too much information...
Anyway, the point I want to make is that these people also have needs, desires, and...talent. Here's a poem written by one:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
I love me,
And so do I.
Isn't that touching? Don't you wish that you could enjoy such feelings about yourself?
Nb. I know that violets are not blue, but the bloody thing has to rhyme...even though it doesn't.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.