The funniest thing happened to me a few days ago. Let me start by saying...YES, I ocassionally have major BLONDE MOMENTS and, okay, I had one. We've been doing major renovations at my house and I have workers crawling around all over the place. I'll be living with this crap for about a month so please send chocolate and little umbrella drinks because I'll need them to see me through.
Last weekend, I cleaned closets, drawers and basically moved things out of the way. A huge job and yes, I finally reached a point of exhaustion that I just wanted it DONE. I made it to a drawer full of stuff. Old manuscripts that will never see the light of day and copies of synopsis that had been sent to publishers in New York and returned with a "thanks but no thanks." Why was I keeping this stuff? Now, when I did my closet, I looked at clothes and figured if I hadn't fit my fat ass in them during the past twenty years, it was a goner. Straight into the bag for Salvation Army. I did the same with this drawer full of paperwork. I didn't pay a lot of attention, just started shoving the papers in a trash bag which was later hauled off.
This is where the story gets interesting. A couple of nights later I got a call from a man I'd never met. He'd been going through a dumpster (why I don't KNOW). He called me by name and said he'd found some papers that said SYNOPSIS that included my name, address, phone number and social security number. I think my eyes must've bugged right out of my head. The family got very quiet. He went on to say that he was sure I didn't want that information floating around out there and would it be okay if he destroyed these papers for me.
Did I pee my pants???? Almost. It was one of the DUMBEST things I'd ever done! No, my husband didn't kill me but it was a close thing. Maybe he took pity on me because I was so busy trying to kick my own ass.
When I talked with other writer friends about the stupid thing I'd done, one said...hm, sounds like a good story to me. Then another chimed in. Then another. A story began to form in my head and so in the middle of this awful thing, I found a way to work everything out.
Has anything ever happened in your personal life that you've turned into a kickass story? As a reader, have you ever gone somewhere on vacation or done something interesting that you thought might MAKE at good story? And, just to make me feel better, what's one of the dumbest things you've ever done? Will it help me feel not quite so DUMB? I doubt it, but give it a whirl.