Just a tidbit for today. I think my characters are trying to kill me.
Last night, no less than five character and plot points resolved themselves in my head. While I was driving.
My fellow authors might know the “grab your notebook” impulse that took hold of me, but I was good! No writing while driving. I kept my hands on the wheel. On a good day, my brain has a hard time holding onto three ideas for more than a few minutes. I reduced the thoughts to their essentials and repeated them to myself.
When I reached my destination, the first thing I did was open my notebook and pen. By that time I only remembered four of the points.
In the wee hours of this morning I woke to a tornado warning. In the distance, I could faintly hear the sirens. I dragged my quilt into the closet and sat with my dog. Asher, my gray cat, was cool and calm, so I wasn’t greatly concerned.
And there, in the closet, in the middle of a tornado warning with wind and rain driving against the house, I remembered the fifth point.
Maybe I am too blasé about tornadoes. I left my refuge and got my notebook.