Who Knew?

24 Nov

I went to my very first Thanksgiving Sale on Thursday evening.  It was crazy.  It also turned out to be a great place to work on my NaNoWriMo suspense novel.

My brave companion needed a new computer; while silly me just needed a couple cans of cream of mushroom soup.  Yeah, I’m that much of a procrastinator.  So we found the line he needed stand in and wait for his computer.  I, on the other hand, went to the in-store Subway and got a sandwich (this writer is not much fun when her blood sugar is on the down swing).

While munching away on a club sandwich I pulled a notepad out of my purse.  Not really anything else I could do, since my chaperone was going to be in line for over an hour.  However, he’s the same person who, while on the drive to the store, had recommended a couple of poisons for my main character to use on her in-laws.  So, in a rare burst of temporal frugality I took that time to write out what we had discussed.

Before I knew it several pages were filled, and I had more or less figured out most of the rest of my plot.  I now know who all she’s going to frame for what, who else goes down with them when they blab about what they’re really into, a pale outline of the main fall-out from the domino effect, and how the city will react and recover.

I even have a twisted happily-ever-after; since I’m not happy unless my favorite character is, too.  She’s going to get some unexpected attention from a good man.  This really didn’t start out as a romance, but really, how long did I honestly think I could hold out before it turned a little bit toward that genre.

Who knew that a Subway restaurant, during an insane shopping extravaganza, would be the perfect place to put together the last major threads of a plot?

Perhaps I really am such an astonishingly talented writer that I can write anywhere, anytime?


More like all the bustle and noise gave me the perfect incentive to delve inside myself and forget the boggling world outside.

All I’m really sure of is that when finally home I could barely contain my need to get all those fresh thoughts into the computer.

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NaNoWriMo word count is up to a whopping: 11,305.  Not going nearly as fast as I want to, but I have rearranged my schedule some so that I can spend more time typing way.

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Until Next Time…

Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever worked on a writing project?


How did you handle your first crazy holiday shopping experience?

Was it almost like a regular shopping trip?  Or more like the movie Jingle All The Way?

5 Responses to “Who Knew?”

  1. Anna November 27, 2012 at 5:18 pm #

    Is it strange to use parts of dreams in a story plot? If so, then the stranges place I’ve worked on a writing project is in my dreams. My first (and last) Black Friday shopping trip that I recall, I hid in with the womens socks and pretended to be very interested in the panty hose, because it was one of the few places where there weren’t any crazed, grabby, pushy shoppers. Oddly enough, some of the people looked as though they were trying out for a part in a sequel to Jingle All The Way, jostling, shoving, screaming at other people who were stuck in place due to the pressing crowd, climbing shelves to reach the last few packages of some “must have” item or other. Fortunately, though most of them were just patiently waiting their turn and double-checking that they didn’t want whatever was hanging on the rack next to them.


    • rosedandrea December 2, 2012 at 5:25 am #

      Wow. My trip was nothing like that, thank goodness. Most everyone was very polite and helpful.

      It didn’t hurt that they had city and county police at the exits, and monitoring the lines.


  2. lucindasutherland December 24, 2012 at 1:38 am #

    The Chinese restaurant in Weiser. I know I have just pulled my little notebook out of my purse and worked on a poem – did similar things working on articles for the college paper, too.



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