Hi all, Lynette Eason here. I just got back from Disney World! Actually, it was Hollywood Studios and Universal Studios. And it was just my husband and ME. That's right. No kids. Amazing how much fun a theme park can be when you have absolutely NO responsibility at all. I rode the rides, ate funnel cakes, laughed at the people on the roller coasters, sat through Twister, Disaster, Jaws, and Shrek in 4D (now that was scary!)
And what fun! I met up with fellow Steeple Hill authors, Louise Gouge and Susan Sleeman. We had lunch Wednesday at Wolfgang Puck's restaurant in Downtown Disney. I highly recommend that place if you're ever there. I got the chicken fettucine alfredo. (Or however you spell it.) Fabulous! Then we all came back to where I was staying and had a mini brainstorming session and a lot of chatting. What a great time of getting to know some wonderful ladies. And we didn't take one stinking picture! Sorry.
So anyway, back to something I learned this week. I can't leave the writing behind. Oh no. It was with me through every twist and turn. Standing in line at Disaster, I plotted out an entire story. Yeah, see, there was this man in line. All by himself. He had on khaki pants, KHAKI PANTS, y'all. Come on, who wears PLEATED khaki pants to a theme park?? And dress shoes. Uh huh. You read it right. Spit shined black leather dress shoes. And a LONG SLEEVED patterned shirt. It was ONE HUNDRED DEGREES! I had on shorts and short sleeves and was sweating buckets and this guy had on what I just described to you.
So, I'm watching him. And he's watching the people in front of us. And I'm thinking: This guy is going to blow up the ride. SERIOUSLY! I continue to watch him. He's just standing there. And I'm like getting nervous.
My husband asks, "What's wrong?"
I whisper in his ear, "That guy right there?"
Hubby dutifully turns to look and I grab his chin and hiss, "Don't look!"
He says, "Okay."
I say,"He's gonna bomb the ride. See, it's a plan. He's one of a group of terrorists who've planned to blow up all of the scary rides at the park and they're doing it all at the same time. I bet their watches are even synchronized."
"Oh, okay. So, do you have your pen and paper?"
"Be sure to take notes, you might can use it in a book."
"I'm not getting on that ride if he does," I say.
Hubby laughs. "You've got to be kidding me. We've been standing in line for 30 minutes."
I wasn't kidding and I didn't care how long we'd been standing in line. If he got on the ride, I was walking the other way.
I continue watching.
The guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out...his Blackberry. He answers it and shoots out of line to go running down the sidewalk! NO, I'm NOT kidding.
I look at hubby, he looks at me.
I shrug. "I guess their plan was aborted for some reason."
"Uh yeah, I guess." A pause. "So, are we riding now?"
Ah, the mind of a writer. I could go on and on with more examples of how my mind never shuts off. Ideas are everywhere! And I can't seem to stop gathering them no matter how hard I try. And to be honest, I guess I don't try very hard. Maybe one day I'll be normal again, but...I'm not holding my breath.
So, do you have days like this? Where were you when inspiration struck you and had to laugh because only a writer would come up with it?