So, I put on my slippers and did what any self respecting author would do. I went out to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator in search of caffeine and a dose of inspiration.
That’s when I saw the pork chops on the shelf waiting for me to come up with a great recipe for supper. Instead, I imagined what kind of weapon a villain would use to kill a pig.
Not inspired. So, I snagged a Mt. Dew off of the shelf and closed the refrigerator before the beeping noise warned me that time was running out.
I still needed something to eat, so I opened the cereal cabinet. A box of Crispex and Lucky Charms stared back at me. How much did they have to pay that little green man to wear leprechaun clothing? Oh, wait…he’s not my kind of imaginary friend. He’s not real.
A piece of toast would do the trick. I took out the bread and dropped two slices in the toaster. My mom used to warn me not to put a metal knife in the toaster or I would get electrocuted. Can someone really die like that?
The reason I ask is because one of my characters annoyed me yesterday. Nah. The whole toaster debacle would be anticlimactic in a Romantic Suspense novel unless my villain was involved. Like he is going to sit around waiting for some guy to eat breakfast. Sigh.
“Yes, mom.” They call from the living room.
“Today, I’ll think we will have an inside adventure.” I eye the back woods for any sudden movements.
“Aw, Mom. We want to go outside.”
Tragedy averted, I sit down in front of my screen. That annoying character would bite the dust today in the woods. Then my villain would leave town for a while. My kids have to go outside after all at least by tomorrow.
No. I’m not crazy. I’m an author.
What crazy places does your imagination take you when you are plotting your book?