A long drive like this gave me ample time to think. My mind was reeling with thoughts and no where to note them. I really must buy a recorder. Except I wonder if I'd ever go back and listen! I first bounced to last night and meeting a lovely writer. We got to know each other and talked shop over a marvelous dinner. It was such a great evening. Thinking over each topic, reliving the nice exchange with a peer, I recalled she released a small bomb onto my novel. Apparently, there's a tiny town called Somersville in MO. Hmmm, is it too close to Somerville? Yes, I think so. Now I'm on the hunt for a new name! GAH! though I'd rather know now than after I've finished the novel.
Eventually, as I mentally prepared for my showdown at the dealership, I recalled the original Mini dealings (and partly because I just commented on C.J.'s site about this particular memory). As it's the end of my lease, I asked myself what I wanted this time. Last time I hunted for a yellow model, white roof, and adorned with white bonnet stripes under very specific money terms: only 'this' much down, and 'this' much a month. It was 2008 and I wasn't getting great help. I finally gave in and ordered what I wanted but was frustrated because the dealership refused my new Jetta as a trade in (long story but a great car). So I broadened my search to 500 miles and found exactly what I wanted in Las Vegas. My Mini can go over 525 highway miles on a single 14 gallon tank. Bloody Hell!
|Storm near Grand Canyon on trip from Cali to MO|
I walked out to a freshly cleaned yellow Mini and smiled as the salesperson said, "You have to be cheerful in a yellow Mini." Indeed.
My drive back involved contemplation of my final chapter (now chapters). It was useful writing at the dealership and now I had fresh ideas buzzing in my head. Simultaneously singing with songs playing on my iPod, I bounced back and forth from novel contemplation to daily thoughts such as: a blog entry about a great novella; write review for Joe and interview him; post some pertinent updates about SE; create a few more pages; and last but never least, I need to follow-up on correspondence.
And then it hit. The eureka moment. A tiny detail I'd already noted in my outline suddenly pushed through, exclaiming it wasn't a nice detail but the key to transforming the ending. It was so obvious and simple, and it was like the heavens opened up to a chorus of Brits yelling, "Bloody Hell!"
* yes, I'm aware that BMW now makes the Mini Cooper but COME ON! Have you ever heard the polite sound of a Mini alerting you to an open door or unfastened seatbelt? It makes you want to say Cheerio and have afternoon tea! I'm so American.