Out of the Box Thinking by Konnie Enos

I once saw a post on Facebook about a man interviewing another man for a job. He posed a question for the prospective employee and based on his answer he’d know what kind of man he was.

The question went something like this: It’s a stormy day and you are driving along and see three people waiting in the rain for a bus. One is an old lady is who clearly very ill. One is an old friend of yours who once saved your life and the last one is the person of your dreams. Your car is only a two-seater. Who do you offer a ride to?

Of course the employer expected the young man to say one of three things.

You could offer the ride to the person of your dreams giving you the opportunity to talk, though this choice leaves a poor impression. It’s selfish.

You could give the ride to your old friend. Paying back an old friend at the expense of a sick old lady? Again, this wouldn’t give a good impression, and that’s not even counting missing out on talking to the person of your dreams.

The most logical is to give the sick old lady a ride. This gives the best impression. You’re being altruistic. One could assume your old friend would understand. Maybe he’d put in a good word for you.

I posed this question to my two daughters (at home) and my oldest son.

My son was all for giving his friend the ride. He even gave same sound reasons for this. I really wasn’t surprised considering how close he is to his best friend.

Both daughters were all for giving the old lady the ride. Again they had sound reasons for their answer and honestly I wasn’t all that surprised. After all both girls have health issues and have had to deal with some less than altruistic attitudes.

I had paused the video to ask them so after getting their answers I went back to Facebook to see if it said what the young man’s answer was or it defined what each possible answer said about you. I was understandably curious, mostly because I had come up with a different answer than my children had.

The rest of the video only went on to say that the young man surprised his potential employer with his answer.

Why? Because, he’d apparently come up with the same answer I did.

He thought outside the box.

He gave his car keys to his altruistic friend so he could drive the sick old lady to the hospital while he stayed behind to talk to the person of his dreams.

For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why that wasn’t the logical answer.

There were two seats in the car. The fastest easiest way to help the most people was to give his keys to his altruistic friend. Even if the third person hadn’t been the person of his dreams, it was still the most logical answer. It helped the greatest number of people, and he knew and could trust his friend to do the right thing.

So apparently, thinking things through logically can help you think outside the box.

Or maybe I pulled that off because I know how to solve the riddle of getting the bag of grain, the chicken, and the fox across the river in one small boat that will only hold you and two others, not all three. But you can’t leave the chicken alone with the grain or the fox alone with the chicken.

Considering how often people are now talking about “thinking outside the box” I’m now wondering if the real issue is too few people are actually using their heads and thinking things through logically.

I do realize that some solutions to problems mean coming at them from an unconventional angle, but I don’t see how that can’t be a logical tangent.

I’ve heard of at least two different people who have utilized what is relatively new 3D printing technology in an effort to help a loved one and ended up creating a new company. One that is using those 3D printers to make personalized products. One company makes prosthetics (I saw hands, but they may also do legs) and another makes leg braces. Both do their work to help children.

Two different men, with a bit of knowledge in an unrelated field, had a similar problem and came to an unconventional, yet logical conclusion. The result was they were able to solve their problem and help other people with the same issue.

Solving a problem sure help Alexander Graham Bell. Look were it got us today.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

Wishes VS Reality by Bonnie Le Hamilton

Do you remember making wishing on the first star of the night? I do. I also remember watching The Jetsons and wishing Rosy really existed; actually, I still do. She could do the dishes, laundry, and vacuuming while I write or do crafts.

There just isn’t enough time in a day to do everything, ever, that is truer now that I have a car again. 

The thing is I can remember back before the accident when I wished I didn’t have such a full plate and could stay home for days on end. Back then a whole week without having to go anywhere beyond church on Sunday sounded like a good thing, until I got it. Now I’m back to wishing I could stay home but I have places to go and things to do.

As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for. Or maybe its something like the grass is always greener on the other side. None of us know how good we’ve got it until we don’t have it anymore. 

There are advantages, and disadvantages to having a car. Would I trade that freedom for being able to stay home every day? I don’t think so.

It’s a pain to have try and find rides to do simple things like run to the store. And its annoying when you can’t help your loved ones because you have no way to get to them, but I still wish I had a “Rosy” to do the chores.

Then again, if I had a robotic maid, I’d probably end up having to do regular maintenance on her. There are always drawbacks and no one can know what those drawbacks are until they actually have to deal with them.

The same goes with having a pet. I sometimes miss the companionship of a cat. I love cats, I hate cleaning litter boxes. Which is why I don’t have a cat. Too much work, I’d rather not. But that’s a drawback I do know. I’ve had cats in the past. I honestly should have realized the ramifications of not having a car before I wished for that, because, after all, I’ve been car-less before.

I was without transportation from the time I left home for college until I got married three years later let alone the years where I couldn’t drive. I honestly should have considered the ramifications. I missed out on a few things I wanted to do simply because I had no way to get there, but I did have more time to write. What’s more important? Freedom to go places or freedom to stay home and write?

As a writer, it should be freedom to stay home, but if that is your life day in and day out, it gets old fast. Even writer’s need interaction with other people once in a while. Just not every day of the week.

And its not like the weather is cooperating.

At one point this last few weeks, I was glad I had such a big (high off the ground) vehicle, because the amount of snow that used mean I couldn’t get out of my driveway, doesn’t even faze this thing. It’ll drive right over it. Problem is, that makes the driveway hard packed, and slippery.

Yeah, I slipped on my driveway the other day.

I also have to deal with clearing the snow off my car, which isn’t easy considering I’m so short, and it’s so big. Another thing I honestly should have considered before I bought it. I had to go out and find a window scraper with a long telescoping handle, because I simply couldn’t reach enough of the windshield without it.

You would think a writer would be able to do bit of “What if” thinking and figure out these things before they got in too deep.

But do any of us ever see all the possible scenarios to what we’re wishing for? I’d say, I don’t think so, but I know for a fact there are a lot of stories which started with, “What if”.

It’s done all the time, and I’m told several of the better thriller or sci-fi movies were started this way, and I’ve heard a few comedies started with the premise, what can go wrong will go wrong. Life is like that − our stories should be too.

Life isn’t always sunshine and roses, and our stories would be boring if we wrote them that way. Mistakes happen, things don’t always go as planned, and the grass isn’t really greener on the other side of the fence.

Those of us on the outside looking in, can’t possibly see what’s really going on. That immaculate lawn may be hiding a man who beats his wife for spilling a little milk.

Happy writing everyone.

Age is in the Eye of the Beholder by Konnie Enos

On Facebook there have been these posts going around for at least a couple of years now saying “Never have I ever” then lists several things you’re supposed to count whether or not you’ve done them. The lists could be things like gone a cruise, played golf or ridden in limo. Some people wondered if miniature golf counted as playing golf. I personally had to scan my memory to see if I’d ever built a fire or ridden in a limo.

But one of the past ones which got me thinking was “lied about my age”.

You’re not supposed to ask a woman, especially a ‘mature’ woman, her age, and I’m old enough now to be considered senior woman. Though I’m generally fairly frank about my age and I always have been. But while I was thinking I’ve never lied about my age I remembered one incidence.

I had to have been twelve, thirteen at the oldest. Bonnie and I and our older sister went to the theater together. I wasn’t really paying attention as our sister paid for our tickets but I found out later we had more money than expected for treats. Why?

I think my sister realized it at the time she paid though didn’t correct the ticket seller. We were charged for two adult tickets and one child ticket.

I was utterly confused. Bonnie and I are identical, and our sister was taller than us, clearly older.

But then my sisters pointed out a few things about how I appeared compared to them.

Both my sisters were wearing at least some makeup, while I wasn't. Not tons, but enough to know it was there. It was also clear both girls weren’t flat chested. And though our older sister was the only one over five foot tall (not by much), Bonnie was close enough and her heels put her over.

I’m the shortest of the three of us and was wearing tennis shoes. Plus, since it was a slightly cool day I was wearing my sweater, which was a poncho style. (This was the 70’s so it was popular back then.) This effectively hid the fact I was as well-endowed as Bonnie. 

However I think the one thing that really made them think I was a younger girl was my hairstyle.

Both my sisters kept their hair fairly short and by then our older sister may have had hers permed in an afro (popular back then). Bonnie’s would have been bobbed about shoulder length.

I kept my hair long. And since I’d had no one to show me how to put it up, I generally could only do ponytails, pigtails and maybe simple braids. I’m fairly certain my waist length hair was in pigtails that day.

Not that it was the only time someone has assumed I was younger than I am.

One time I was talking to a lady I knew at church and mentioned that most people I knew at church who had kids around the same ages as mine were ten years younger than I was. She pointed out that she was the same age as another lady we went to church with who did have kids around the same ages as mine, stating their age. Which, coincidentally was ten years younger than I was.

I simply said, “Told you.”

Her jaw about hit the floor.

Which is why I have never felt the need to lie about my age, people are usually off anyway.

On the flip side I have had occasions when people have assumed I was the grandparent of my youngest son and youngest daughter.

Admittedly I do have a smattering of gray hair now, most of it on the underside of my hair. However, I generally keep my still long hair bound up in a ponytail so what gray I do have is visible. Also admittedly, all three of my youngest children have told me they have classmates/friends whose grandparents are my age.

I can see it since my own father was in his mid to late thirties when he had his first grandchild and that’s about how old I was when I had my three youngest. In fact, my husband’s great-niece is actually older than our youngest daughter by several months. Meaning his youngest sister was a grandparent before our third child was born.

Of course that just reminds of when my sister-in-law called to tell me her first grandchild had been born. She asked me how it felt to be a great aunt finally.

I cracked up. I have several of great nieces and nephews now. Though all on my husband’s side. So far only the one on my side however.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

Reading and Writing by Bonnie Le Hamilton

Writers are readers, that’s just what we do. If we’re not writing, you’ll probably find us with our face in a book. And that’s just where you could find me the last few weeks. I’ve actually been doing a lot more reading than I probably should have, and very little had to do with my book club.

As you may already know I’m a big fan of Dick Francis, and well, this last month I finally got my hands on all four of Dick and Felix Francis’ books with Sid Halley as the hero. Meaning, I’ve spent a ton of time reading those books in order for a change. I had read three of them, but not all four, and never in order. Boy does it make a difference.

Not always in a good way.

I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy the books − the writing is fantastic. Dick and his son Felix are excellent story tellers, the problem is they weren’t so great with remembering the details about several of the characters' lives.

Yeah, they’re mostly the secondary characters, but those details matter.

In the first Sid Halley novel, Charles Roland had two daughters, of which the elder one was living out of country with her foreign diplomat husband, and their two children. But in the third book Jenny (Sid’s ex, and Charles’ daughter) is an only child.

Also, at the end of the first book Jenny met a diplomat while visiting her sister and fell in love with him, she was engaged. In the second book, she wasn’t married, there was a man in the picture, two actually, but she wasn't married. In the third book she was married to a Lord but they didn’t seem to have a loving or devoted union, more like they lived separate lives. In the fourth book, Charles has two daughters again, but they are both living out of the country with diplomatic husbands, and neither had any children.

And where Sid's friend, Chico Barnes was concerned, in the third book he’d quit being a private eye to settle down; he’d gotten married, and they were expecting. In the fourth book, years later, his marriage had ended because he’d wanted kids and his wife hadn’t. Excuse me?

It was bad enough that at the end of the third book there was no mention of Sid quitting being a P.I. there was no hint that his bride was pregnant, not one word, yet in the fourth book she was pregnant at the time the third book ended and he quit being a P.I. because of that and what happened near the end of that book.

They are all well written stories, and do work as stand-alone books, which is what they are sold as. They aren’t even marketed as a series, but they do have the same main character, you would think they’d keep the story straight from one book to another.

Though in their defense, Dick Francis never planned to write more than one novel with Sid Halley as the hero. The vast majority of his heroes show up in one novel only. The fact that he does have at least two main characters who show up in more than one novel is the exception, not the rule with him. I get the feeling he didn’t make, and keep, detailed notes about the background of the various characters, and certainly didn’t double check those “minor” details before writing the next book in the series.

And I get it, sometimes it is hard to remember all those details, especially if it is years, even decades between books with that character and you write tons of other novels in between. Who even remembers what they wrote a decade, or more, ago?

Even if I pulled up all my files, I wouldn’t be able to tell which stories were started in 2009, because my computer shows last date a file was modified not when the file was started. I have no idea what date I started any of my stories. I can give guesstimates but not exact dates. I’d have to do math to figure out just the year I started any of my novels, if I can even remember that much.

Come on, give me a break, I wrote Forbidden Connection well over a decade ago, and I’ve been doing Nano for something like fourteen years, and I never once saved starting a new story for just November, I can think of a few times when I started more than one story in a single day let alone a single month.

Anyway, how do you keep track of all those minor details in your past stories? What kind of notes do you have? And have you kept them?

Happy writing everyone.

Insurance Woes by Konnie Enos

My alarm goes off at five o’clock in the morning.

Now it goes off this all fired blessed early not because people have to get up and get out the door early in the morning but because it can take my son several hours to get ready for school though that’s only on the days he forgets to do his laundry the night before. He always forgets to do his laundry.

So yesterday my alarm goes off at the appointed hour.

I moan and roll over but before I can do much more than hit snooze my son walks in my room. “I’m up. Already took my bath.”

Now mind you, I’m not only still groggy, but not out of bed yet, the lights aren’t on and I most certainly haven’t found my glasses yet. “Do you have clean clothes? Did you do your laundry?”

“Mom, didn’t you hear me? I already took my bath.”

In other words, he was already dressed for the day.

Okay then, I rolled back over, he doesn’t have to be up for hours and I was too tired to get up yet.

Then he proceeded to tell me how he’d been running in the back yard, again, but this time he tripped in a hole he hadn’t seen in the dark and slammed his right shoulder into our fence, dislocating it. Of course he did relocate it, but now it was very, very sore. It should be noted our fence is a brick wall.

“Ice it.” I was too tired to deal with it and I wasn’t about to take him to the ER over it. Since no quick care was open at that hour, well he was waiting. I went back to sleep.

A couple of hours later, I finally got up and did check his shoulder.

Yeah it was swollen.

I got breakfast and got dressed while my husband took our daughter to campus for her classes.

Then I took him to the quick care.

Now the one we’ve been going to isn’t normally very busy. Usually in and out within a couple of hours. So, since we got there by nine I assumed we would be home before lunch time.

This time they said it was nearly that long just to be seen.

We waited.

They finally called us back and the nurse checked him in.

We waited some more.

Eventually the doctor came in and moved my son’s right shoulder around enough to have my son grimacing in pain.

Then we waited some more.

Then the nurse came in with paperwork to be signed.

Then we waited some more.

Then they took him to have x-rays done while I waited some more.

Finally we waited for the results.

No fractures, but they gave him a note to be out of school for two days and want him to see a specialist too, before he goes back to school.

By the time they’d released him and we’d dropped his prescription off at the pharmacy, it’s already well after noon.

We go home and get lunch.

Now I’m apprehensive about calling any new doctor’s because far too often around here I find they don’t take our primary insurance.

I make the call.

Oh fun. They do take our primary insurance. What they don’t take is our secondary insurance.

Now isn’t that lovely.

I call my secondary insurance to ask them about finding a provider.

What do they tell me?

“You have ask your PCP for a referral.”

That’s all well and dandy but I don’t have a PCP. They have assigned me to one and I did call the number they gave me but the practice the number got me in contact with had no idea who the doctor assigned to me was. In other words, not at that practice. Furthermore, they didn’t take my primary insurance.

Since my previous PCP closed her practice I have yet to find anyone to replace her who does take both of them.

So now I’m in a quandary.

The quick care sent the films to the doctor we can’t go to, yet I can’t find another doctor anyway. The doctor at the quick care said my son needed to see the specialist before he returned to school or removed his sling.

How is he supposed to do either if I can’t get him into a specialist for lack of finding one which takes both of our insurances?

Of course this isn’t the first time. Since our PCP quit we’ve had multiple issues with getting medical care. And our issues are usually because we DO have insurance.

If we can’t get care with insurance, how are people without it getting care?

So today I’m just a bit frustrated.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

Confessions by Bonnie Le Hamilton

I have to confess, I haven’t done a lot of writing, or editing lately. This last week I finally got my hands on all of Dick Francis’ “Sid Halley” books, and I’ve been reading them in order for once. I’d read the first four (it seems his son, Felix, has written a fifth, which I haven’t read yet either) but I’d never read them in order, which frankly could be confusing since all the subsequent ones mention things that happened in the previous ones. And I’m slow reader – this may take me a while.

The thing is, I should be editing. I know I should be, but I haven’t done it in a couple of weeks, and it isn’t just reading taking me away from my computer, I’ve also been doing crafts. I have a site on Etsy now, and I opened a page on Facebook for the crafts. Not that it’s gotten my very far, it hasn’t, but I thought I’d try since every little bit would help now that I have a car payment to make.

Yes, that’s right, I finally have a car again. I’m mobile. Which is another reason I haven’t spent much time on my computer. I suddenly seem to not have enough hours in a day, when before I had too many. I’m still adjusting to this new reality.

There were a lot of things I wanted to be able to do but couldn’t because of the lack of car, now I can do them, but never seem to have enough time.

The biggest problem is not trying to do too many things in a day, because that would be too much stress. Most people would consider a busy day as a mile long “To Do” list and several appointments. Konnie considers it a quiet day if she can get on her computer and write for ten uninterrupted minutes. For me, more than two things on my calendar, and I’m spent long before the day is done.

Today I have two things on my calendar, and I have one on my calendar tomorrow. Yesterday I had two things, the day before – the only thing on my calendar was chores, and I haven’t finished those, so they are still on my “To Do” list, but I wasn’t counting chores, because let’s face it, they are on our “To Do” lists on a daily, or almost daily, basis.

Being as I live alone, I don’t have to do most of them daily, but anyone else would have to do those more often.

And all that brings me back to an earlier post I made about figuring out how much time a character is taking. When mentioning a span of time that has past, and all that the character has done, make sure they had time to do all those things.

If you say a character did A, then B, then C in X amount of time, when it takes a normal person that amount of time to do just A, you have some rewriting to do. And that’s the problem I often have. My characters are either speed demons, and or super human, or both. They can get more done in a single day then I can get done in a single month sometimes.

Then again, a master chef can chop up and prepare a lot of food for cooking faster than I can gather the tools to do the job. For me, it might take me at least an hour to dice a couple of onions and peppers, but someone who does it daily would take a matter of minutes. Skill, and practice can aid someone in doing some things faster than others.

And again, you must consider how motivated a person is. I’ve gotten more done on days when I absolutely had to finish in order for something else to happen, or in order for me to do what was next on my list. Like the day I packed up my car and went over to my sister-in-law’s place of Christmas. Just gathering what I needed to take took time, getting it loaded in my car was another matter. 

And all of it took way longer than I thought it would.

Actually, I thought gathering everything would take the longest, which is why I started the day before, but what took the most energy and time was loading my car. I had to stop and catch my breath several times.

So, skill level, amount of practice, and motivation can change how long it takes your character to complete a task, just make it clear to your reader why your character can manage it.

Happy writing, or editing, everyone. 😊

When You’re not the Norm by Konnie Enos

We have a cat.

Because we have a cat we have a litter box.

We also have dogs and if you know anything about dogs, you know they will chew poop, especially cat poop. For this reason we have to keep the dogs away from the litter box.

The litter box is in the bathroom.

There is only one way into or out of this bathroom. A door we have developed the habit of leaving all but closed except when in use. None of the dogs can open it from this tiny crack, but Tiger, the cat, can.

Now generally speaking Tiger only opens the door far enough to squeeze through himself, he is a cat. The problems arose when it became quite clear this wider opening was sufficient for all the dogs to “nose” it further open.

It was also abundantly clear Tiger wasn’t about to learn how to actually close the door.

New solution: Child safety gate in the door frame.

Now on the surface this seems like a wonderful fix.

The cat can easily jump the gate whenever he wants while none of our dogs are big enough to push the gate over on their own, nor can they jump over it. (Thankfully they haven’t tried their combined weight on it.)

Since this is a “child safety gate” and all the humans in our house are adults, or might as well be (less than six months to go for the youngest), it was readily assumed the gate wouldn’t deter any of us.

After it was installed I sat in my usual place on my bed, where I have a view of the bathroom door and watched.

My husband steps right over.

My daughter, who is the same height as my husband makes it look as graceful as dancing somehow.

Both my sons who are taller than their dad have no issue.

My other daughter then approached the bathroom.

I warned her about the presence of the gate stating, “You’ll probably have to move it out of your way.”

She looked at it. “It’s okay.” Then, with some care, stepped over it.

I swear my jaw dropped. I was stunned. She’s the closest to my height and I was positive I could not step over it.

When it was my turn to enter the bathroom, I measured myself against the gate.

The top of it came to about an inch below my belly button.

When I realized that I had a clear vision of trying to straddle our old dog Jim Boy. Considering the height, the comparison was easy to make.

So I’m the only member of the family who can’t just step over it.

Then we discovered the problem.

I could not figure out how to move it!

For at least two weeks I had to have someone else move the thing just so I could use the bathroom.

Mind you, I’m in my mid to late fifties and vaginally delivered FIVE children!

Yes, there were some close calls before I could get into our only bathroom.

Then I finally figured out how to get it down.

Whew!

But then there was the issue of putting it back up.

In my household I have told my family for decades I won’t do any chore “below my waist”. My reason for this is because way back in the spring of 1971 I broke my back. Within a couple of years arthritis started to set in. Bending over hurts.

Now guess what I would have to do to reset the gate.

You guessed it. Bend over.

Now if I could simply put the gate in place and re-latch it as quickly as I could undo it, then there would be no problems.

Yeah, it’s not simple.

It took me another half a week to finally figure out how to re-latch it but I could not get it to latch before my back was yelling at me.

So though all of this, it seemed the gate was down more than it was up. It seemed to cut down on the dog incidents but they were still happening.

Anyway, finally, one day I actually managed to get the lock set within seconds. Now it’s no problem for me.

But what I thought about while I was fighting with that gate was how any person who doesn’t conform to the average has to adapt to a world not set up for them.

If you’re taller or shorter than average you have to learn to adapt to. If you’re left handed, you learn other ways to do basic tasks.

Being a short ambidextrous person, I find myself adapting a lot.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.