Granted,
it’s not as overt as texting or putting on make-up when driving, but thinking
about your next plot move or the development of your characters can be just as
distracting, if not worse. At least with make-up, you still realize you’re
behind the wheel of a car, even if one hand is applying the mascara.
Last
week I drove to the dog park nine times. Seven of them were with the dog in the
car. The other two just happened. I started out knowing that I had a different
destination but a mile past my house, my mind began to wander. Actually, serpentine would be a better word.
As the first draft of my latest novel moves
closer and closer to the climax, I find myself re-charting the moves that my
protagonists are making. Too bad I couldn’t do that and drive at the same time.
Believe me, it’s more than embarrassing when you arrive someplace and have no
idea how you got there.
The good news was that
I had the best spot in the parking lot. That, in and of itself, should have
been my first clue. The second came when I turned to grab the dog’s leash and
realized that I was holding the straps to my handbag. I couldn’t get out of
there fast enough.
And then, there’s that
unsettling feeling that I missed something.
“My God! I could have
driven over a cow and I wouldn’t know it!”
It’s one of the hazards
that writers face. Ideas pop in and out of our heads like kernels of popcorn
hitting the side of a microwave bag. And why is it that my greatest epiphanies
come when I’m nowhere near a pen or pencil, let alone a computer.
After weeks of
struggling, I once figured out how to resolve a complex plot twist.
Unfortunately, I had turned onto the I-17 heading to Flagstaff when Tucson was
my destination. I try to stick closer to home now, especially when I begin a
new novel. Later on, during the editing and revision phase, I’m a much safer
driver and can be trusted to leave the neighborhood.
Like it or not, I’ve
come to accept the fact that the creative part of my mind works best when I’m
doing menial things. SHH! Whatever you do, do NOT, and I repeat, do NOT tell
this to my husband or he will find all sorts of menial things for me to do
including vacuuming, dishes, dusting, and changing the litter box.
And while driving isn’t
exactly menial, it does cause the mind to wander. And in my case that means a
nice meandering path through every conceivable obstacle my characters can face.
So
in the meantime, I’ll just take my chances behind the wheel and up my
insurance. I’ll also warn readers when I’m starting a new novel so you can keep
a good distance away from any cars in the Greater Phoenix area.
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