A Story Can Come From Anywhere
Sometimes it seems my stories come from the most unusual places. The latest one came from a situation that was the result of a short encounter with a rather strange individual. Alright the creep made the hair on my arms stand up. When that happens it’s usually a good indicator to back away from the person and remove myself from the situation. This doesn’t happen often but when it does I’ve learned to pay attention to those feeling.
The flip side of this is that sometimes I get a story out of these encounters. That’s not the only place I get my stories because they can come from under a flipping rock. Truthfully I haven’t turned over a rock and discovered a story but I think you get what I mean. My stories come from everywhere and even some parts of my book may be influenced by something I’ve seen or experienced.
There is a scene in my second book of the Blood Lines series that I call ‘The Green Suffer’ that was inspired by some of the people out of my past as well as something that happened with my husband several years ago. Yes all the incidents involved male individuals.
Have you ever really sat back and watched some of the stupid things guys do? Hey ladies don’t go getting so smug here, we’re guilty of pulling some pretty amazingly stupid things ourselves. Really, you want to argue with me? Think about it.
Here’s one for you. Many years ago, way too many for me to want to admit, I was at a public pool with a couple of family members and some friends. I was walking along the side of the pool with, if I remember correctly, with a friend. The reason for the ‘if I remember correctly part’ will soon become apparent. Being me my attention was on what I was saying and the person, this should be followed by a great big question mark, that I was so conversationally engaged with at the time and not paying attention to anything around me. Suddenly, to me anyway, I was being slapped as one of my brother’s stood over me. The surprise of my older brother slapping the crap out of me was surpassed only by the fact the sky was now in front of me rather than over my head. As the metal base of the underside of the lifeguard stand came into view, brother still slapping me by the way, my confusion only grew. To this day I’m not sure when my big brother stopped slapping me.
Yes big brother did stop slapping me, I think the life guard may have been the one to stop him but I’ll never remember that and he probably will either deny or claim he forgot the whole mess, and they got me in a sitting position. It was then that they started asking me questions and telling me what had happened. Instead of me watching where I was going I was distracted by whatever stupid thing I was talking about and managed to get up close and personal with the metal underside of that lifeguard stand with the center of my forehead. I was walking fast enough evidently to knock me clean out and ended up lying flat of my back next to the pool. Yes I got check out by medical personal at the local ER and was fine or at least as fine as my young ditzy self could be at the time. You now know why I don’t remember who it was I was talking to at the time nor what the hell I was talking about.
I digress however so back to the guys. Where my stupidity was the result of me just not paying attention to what I was doing or where I was going I’ve noticed guys will either walk, jump, or run into whatever stupid thing they do with both eyes open and with deliberate intend. That doesn’t mean they think before they do something because they don’t. They simply do and or act in a moment of impulse that most often ends in a really bad way. Oh look an ice covered lake, I’m going to try this out. Crack. Wait I forgot to let the dog out…The next thing you know your significate other is watching you stumble, trip, and trying to right yourself as you play pinball and you’re the ball bouncing from one bumper to the other. You bounce from one obstacle to the next flapping your arms like they were the wings of Tinker Bell trying to take flight. Ever seen a grown man do that? I have and it’s funny as hell.
No that one wasn’t the wonderful man I’m married to now and I’ll leave it at that. The ice however is. That too was funny as hell. There are also others. There was one where one of my brothers allowed the boy I was dating in high school to hop on the motorcycle he had just bought and the dumb fool managed to run it into an extremely large brick wall. At the time it wasn’t funny but it is now. I’m not going into more detail about this but I have to say that my early years seemed to be a constant Punch and Judy show.
Anyway the point to all this rhetoric is be careful what you say or do around a writer. I’m here to warn you that you are fair game and could end up in some form or the other in a future story of said writer.