You ever have one of those days where everything seems to go wrong from the word, Go?
During my morning quiet time, I fell asleep while praying. One moment, I'm talking to God, the next I'm jerking awake to the sound of my husband Turbo Jam-ing it in the living room. Then, on my way to work, same afore-mentioned husband calls me on my cell phone to ask if our daughter was supposed to have tights on with her skirt...needless to say she's tights-less and sock-less in dress shoes and I'm expecting a call from Children's Protective Services any moment now. Oh, did I forget to mention he didn't lotion her down, either? And, of course, there's work. Since I am not yet a published writer--and need my job--I'll just say the left bathroom stall has become my place of worship to pray for patience...and tolerance...and Valium...
I say all of this not just to complain--well, not entirely--but to lift my eyes to the hills from where comes my help and say, Thank you, God! Because if it wasn't for days like this, I would have zero material for my manuscripts.
While in reality I dozed on God (doesn't that sound so incredibly...I don't know...sacrilegious??), in my story the heroine would fall asleep and find herself visited by a very HAWT spirit who implores her to help him solve the murder resulting in his current ghostly state. Flip page. After dealing with a grueling day at work, my geeky-desperately-in-need-of-a-makeover-heroine receives a call notifying her that the great aunt she knew nothing about recently died and left her an inheritance that includes a manor house in the English countryside...complete with a gorgeous gardener who curiously resembles Colin Farrell.
And, in yet another story, I would say that the heroine's husband has flowers delivered to her job, begging for forgiveness and finally admitting that, Yes, he does understand why sending their little girl to school with bare, ashy legs in black patent leather shoes is a bad thing, but...Hey, I may be a fiction writer, but even I'm not that good!