So on Friday I was very busy telling all of you that when an idea comes, you should get it down immediately, or you’ll lose it. I chatted about keeping notebooks nearby on my Facebook pages (Tracey Writes and Fairy Godauthor) and dispensed reams of advice.
On Saturday morning, I was awoken by a small child sitting on my legs, while a very interesting story was playing in my dreams. Even while still asleep, and trying to knock said small child off of me I thought, “hey, this would make a good picture book.” Which is really a revelation because I seriously suck at picture books. Anyway, I woke up, and because I’d spent the day before up to my eyeballs in giving all that awesome advice on the subject, I knew I couldn’t let this one slip away. Only, where were all my stupid notebooks? Pen? Paper? Why did I clean the pile o’ crap that was next to my side of the bed just the day before?
I eyed the smooth light brown skin on the small child. It would make a good temporary notebook. (No, I was not kidding about that.) He must have read my mind, because he skittered away just out of reach. I was too sleepy to pursue. Then he demanded breakfast. Fortunately, his father groggily obliged.
Without paper or pen I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face, all the while, trying to keep the story in my head. Eventually, I woke up enough to remember that my office is right next to my bedroom, and that there’s plenty of paper and pens in there! So I grabbed a notebook and stumbled downstairs, where my husband presented the family with a bacon and egg breakfast. What a saint!
And while scarfing down some piping hot bacon, and before the whole thing disappeared from my brain, I wrote down everything I could remember from the dream.
And I have to tell you, I was right. It did sound like a good picture book. As soon as breakfast was over, I pitched the idea to the family. They all seemed to like it. That night, I wrote it all down and shared it with my husband. He thought it was great. The following night, after I made a couple of tweaks, I shared it with my daughter. She said it was really funny.
I may have actually written a viable children’s book.
Now, I ask you this: Was the universe testing me with that idea to see if I would take my own advice? OR did the universe send me that quote on Friday knowing that I’d get this idea on Saturday morning, and I’d need Hakuta’s advice?