by Marsha Ward
I just had a great writing-oriented day down in the Valley.
It began with a meeting for the Executive Board of American Night Writers Association. We solidified plans for the retreat coming up in July, and made preliminary plans for our writing conference in March.
Afterward, I went to the home of my good friend Connie, where we enjoyed lunch together, then helped each other by brainstorming plot points for our respective novels. That was fun!
One detail didn't seem to gell, though. Then, as I was driving back home, it all came together.
Since my mind is built like a steel sieve, I desperately tried to find something on which to write down the idea. I didn't have my handy-dandy tape recorder with me, so that was a wash. No notebook was at hand. Then I said to myself, "Marsha, you're crazy! You're driving 70 miles per hour and you want to make notes?!?"
So, what did I do?
I pulled over to the side of the highway and called my answering machine. Do I love technology? YES!
Marsha, I love it! What a great idea! You crack me up.
ReplyDeleteMarsha,
ReplyDeleteI laughed and laughed at your story. But what a brilliant idea! I'll have to remember that one.
What an interesting day, Marsha. I can just see you zipping down the highway, looking for a notebook. Your creativity is refreshing, and your life busy and fulfilling.
ReplyDeleteThis past Saturday I, on the other hand, actually hired someone to keep me on task. I had hoped to file my stacks of clutter, and we did get a good start. After three hours we'd only thrown away one tall waste basket of junk, but I at least now know what greeting cards I have on hand, and they are sorted into labeled baggies. I do believe I can at last choose one in an instant, if I feel the urge.
After she left did I keep on sorting and filing my notes, bills, invitations and junk mail? No, and the place looks as cluttered as ever. But there's always another Saturday.