Recently the husband brought up once again the time I slid my ATV into the snowbank and I had to explain once again I must have gotten too comfortable, forgot I was on snow and was writing dialogue in my head.
Then suddenly I wondered—and asked him—what do people who don’t write think about all the time?
When I’m driving, showering, weeding, riding my ATV, washing my dishes, folding laundry—you get the picture—I’m working out plot holes, testing dialogue, developing story ideas, “screening” scenes like movies, discarding names, and so on.
His answer: “I dunno…stuff, I guess.”
Is he thinking about work? Remodeling the bathroom? What he wants for supper? Balancing his checkbook? The movie we watched the night before?
This might be my stupidest blog entry ever, but I can’t help but wonder what somebody who doesn’t write would think about while riding the trails for three hours.