In the middle of —

tap-dancing Dayner left her lucky characters in the shower together all night. Me? My characters are off tap dancing somewhere. I mean, they like it and all, but still…. it’s not the same as a steamy shower. I feel kind of bad for them. And for me, too, since they’re wandering off, looking for Dayner’s story and trying to figure out how they can get in that one instead of mine.

The discussion of how and where you leave your characters at the end of a writing session was good for me, and got me thinking. So I left Maude, who I invented today so she could go tap dancing at the county fair (she did, and enjoyed it greatly, thank you) at the end of tonight’s writing, whispering to Becca that she wants to tell her a secret.

I have NO IDEA what that secret will be. It could possibly be the traveling shovel of death, but that would involve a plot transposition I’m not sure I’m ready for yet. (Shaddy, pour me another glass of chardonnay, would you please? Thanks!)

So: if a sweet (maybe) kick-ass grandmother type who quotes Omar Khayyam to your cat asks if she can tell you a secret, what will that secret be??? I’m open to suggestions, and the winning one will — well, I’ll think of an appropriate prize later.

Uh, when I wrote ‘plot transposition’ above that may have misled you into thinking I actually HAD a plot. Not to worry. That’s a secret, too.

5 comments to In the middle of —

  • I wanted to say your story sounds delightful so far and I can’t wait to read it!

    The secret could be about the TSoD, used at some point in the distant past. She sounds like a woman with many interesting things and perhaps a very intriguing past…perhaps having to do with a French cafe?

    As for me, I always leave my story and the most depressing point ever. Not intentional, I think I just get tired! Yesterday I left my MC at the infirmary on the site of the orphanage where he was delivered in the dark of night.

  • There is some tap dancing going on over at my blog.
    I must not tell a lie, I had to google Omar Khayyam and I’m glad I did because I found this quote…
    “Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, ’tis but a foolish scare; Heaven will be empty as this hand of mine, If none who love good drink find entrance there”

    Maybe if a kick-a$$ grandma wanted to tell me a secret that would make me laugh…hum…maybe it could be a tattoo of her cat on her a$$? Or a nipple piercing?–I mean really–she tap dances at the county fair, this is not your ordinary grandma.

    Let me think on it a little longer. I’ll get back to you.

  • Nancy

    Wow, you guys come up with good ideas! Keep up the good work!

    Plus, your Omar quote is MUCH better than the one I used, Dayner. I may try to figure out a way to stick it in somewhere — in spirit (get it? spirit?) if not in actual words.

    I’m on some kind of side excursion this morning because I got a good idea while walking the dog and I need to write it up,
    even if I don’t know yet where it fits (if it does.)

  • Oh I get it…and I may just fit it in tonight myself.

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