I’ve never owned such a miraculous device before, and I sat for an hour gazing at it in wonder.
I showed it to Pythagoras when he got home. “See how shiny?”
“It is,” he agreed. “Do you plan to turn it on?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Does that require candlelight and soft music, or will I need to rub it?”
I’m only half kidding, because the fact is, I hate reading directions. Maps, too, are a mystery to me.
This is a key area where I differ from my husband, who would cheerfully consult a map to navigate his way from our kitchen to the bathroom.
When we were in Morocco a few years ago, our guidebook suggested that Marrakesh’s souks – the large, open-air markets – were a great place to get lost.
|A souk in Marrakesh|
To me, this sounded like an adventure.
To my husband, it sounded like a good reason to buy three maps and stay up half the night plotting our course.
As is usually the case in a solid marriage like ours, we spent the next few days
Pythagoras got to ensure we found our way back to our hotel instead of accepting the rug vendor’s invitation to share a bed with him and his four wives.
I keep thinking of this as I stumble my way through LET IT BREATHE, the third book in my contract with Sourcebooks. Every time I open the document on my computer, it’s like meandering down those spice-scented corridors in Marrakesh.
I start typing, and suddenly – hey look, there’s a camel!
|I get to ride a camel into the Sahara at sunset.|
(OK, technically, it’s an alpaca in my story, but it did appear rather unexpectedly in the manuscript one morning).
I know this approach would drive plenty of authors batty. Well-organized plotters like my critique partner, Cynthia Reese, would not take kindly to livestock of any sort showing up in their stories without an invitation.
And you know what? That’s OK. I don’t begrudge my husband’s need for a map or other authors' desire for a little more structure to their writing. We all have different ways of getting where we’re going. My method works great for me, just like a structured approach might work great for you.
And speaking of working, we did get my iPhone to function. We achieved it through calculated teamwork approach that involved me punching a lot of random buttons and Pythagoras frowning at the device and asking, “what the hell did you do to it?”
See? Compromise. It’s a beautiful thing.
|Pythagoras figures out my new iPhone with some help from Bindi the Australian Kelpie.|