I’ve heard it said many times that to be a good writer you have to be observant of the world around you, and I think that’s probably true. I’ve always been a people watcher. I can remember as a kid seeing someone at the grocery store or walking down the street or wherever, and making up stories in my head about who they were and what they were doing.
Was that man mowing his lawn with his shirt off and his belly hanging over his belt a former Nazi Storm Trooper who had somehow escaped in the closing days of World War II and made his way to the United States? What about that old lady tending her flower garden? Had she buried her husband under those petunias? Or was she hiding a tin can full of money because she didn’t trust banks? Yeah, I know, even then I had a twisted mind.
Bus stations and airports are great places for those kind of mind games. Is that teenage girl with the backpack running away from home to go to Hollywood in search of fame and fortune? Or is she fleeing an arranged marriage to a rich old man she could never love? How about that older couple greeting each other as one of them arrives on a flight? Were they long lost high school sweethearts who reconnected on Facebook and are finally going to get together? And what’s the story with that shifty-eyed fellow fidgeting in his seat who never seems to sit still? Did he embezzle a fortune from his company and he’s keeping one eye out for the law until his flight to Rio takes off? Or is he a pickpocket who comes to the airport every day to make enough money to support his drug habit? Yeah, I know, I still have that same twisted mind.
But you don’t have to go to airports and bus depots to see oddball things. Just the other day Terry and I saw a pickup going down the road with a giant hot dog in the bed. Why? Did the guy kidnap the Oscar Meyer Wiener, and is he holding it for ransom? Or maybe he just woke up that morning and decided to take his wiener for a ride?
What about this sign? I couldn’t help wondering about the hazards of getting surgery in just five minutes. What’s the rush? Is there a reality TV program where surgeons compete to see who’s got the fastest scalpel in the West? If not, why isn’t there?
We were in the grocery store the other day and I wanted some ice cream, but when I came across these I wasn’t sure whether I should be flattered because they named a product after me or offended because they’re so judgmental. What do you think?
In other news, yesterday my new book, Mullets And Man Buns, hit #43 on Amazon’s Hot New Release list. That’s pretty cool! And it would never happen without the support of so many of you who have downloaded it and told their friends about it. You guys are the best!
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Congratulations Charlie Dyck, winner of our drawing for an audiobook of Hands of Onyx, book 2 in the Sav’ine series by Stacy Bender. We had 30 entries this time around. Stay tuned, a new contest starts soon.
Thought For The Day – With both Hilary Clinton and Trump, I kept wondering what the term “witch hunt” meant. Now I think I understand it. A legitimate investigation is one looking at anybody you don’t support and a witch hunt is any investigation of the person you do support. Okay, I feel better now.