What happened to November? When November started, I was in Florida, attending conventions and theme
parks and fighting a sore throat. I came home, got through the sore throat and
on Thanksgiving Day, we headed for a con in Indianapolis. (Note to self – pack sandwiches
for the day when traveling on a major holiday – we could not find any
restaurants open during the drive nor when we got there.) Got home from that
and had to start Christmas shopping. On November 30th, I fell on a
frozen patch of sidewalk that looked bone dry. After a week of aching and
hobbling around the house, I woke up realizing that I’d been so busy with other
things all this time, I’d forgotten … my blog!
Sometimes life is like that. You get so busy, juggling so
many things, that it’s easy for something to slip out of the mix and you don’t
notice it for some time. It’s a real pain when it happens in your life.
It should be a real pain to a fictional character, too, if
the author chooses to use it as a device to move the plot forward. If the
heroine is too busy to remember to hire a handyman to clean out her gutters, a
hard rain could overflow those gutters and flood her basement. The new neighbor
who’s been trying to meet her might come to her rescue when he sees her out in
the downpour, trying to wrestle a ladder into position. After he cleans out her
gutter so it isn’t overflowing, she pulls him inside to dry off, and … nature
takes over. (Thanks, Linda, for that suggestion.) But hot neighbor aside, she
still needs to dry out and clean up her basement. If she forgets to do that,
she’ll have a mold problem to deal with!
This kind of thing happens to everybody. Or at least, it
happens to enough people that people say it happens to everybody. So it
wouldn’t be out of line for it to happen in a story … as long as ‘fallen balls’
don’t run rampant throughout the story. And now I have to try not to let it
happen again in my story.
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