It’s been busy week for me,
or should I say us. Though honestly, in ways, I’ve had a different week than Konnie
has. For starters, she isn’t the one that started out with her sciatica acting
up, and having a cold, and an ear infection, all at the same time. She’s the
one who arrived in town looking forward to a couple weeks of not having to tend
to the needs of others only to have me barely able to get myself to and from
the bathroom.
Of course stuff happens, and
things rarely goes as planned, though around my place things usually go pretty
quietly, and about the only mishaps happens when I trip and something falls,
but its just me. At Konnie’s, just someone knocking on the door causes havoc,
and the potential for a lot more, what with all those dogs running and barking.
In our writing we need to
remember there is always a potential for disaster, and they can be pretty big, particularly if you add into the picture other characters to stir the potential for disaster. A single character suddenly getting saddled, if only for the day,
with several children, or even animals, for whatever reason, is one disaster
after another in the making.
Think stories like Mr. Popper’s
Penquins. Which was very funny by the way, but it shows how this is done in the
extreme. Of course, we don’t need to get into the extreme for our stories, we
just need to realize that things do go wrong, and few things rarely go just as
we had hoped.
Just like this past week has been more me,
nothing like what I planned, not even our birthday, but I’m sure glad Konnie
was here to share the ride.
Happy writing everyone.
