Madeleine Robins September 26th, 2006
Every now and then life hands you a weirdness, and if you’re a writer, it tends to get the juices flowing. I’ll give you an example from My Real Life in a second, but as a writers’ exercise, taking some odd thing you’ve observed and running with it is hard to beat. You see someone doing something weird and you want to figure out why, or what happens; you hear someone say something bizarre and you want to set the comment in a scene that makes sense. So:
This morning, as I was walking my dog, I saw another dog-walker, a middle aged woman in a sweatshirt and jeans. She had two dogs, off leash, and a plastic back in which to collect the feces. When the dogs were both done, and she had a large-ish bag of poop, she tied the bag off into a neat bundle, which she then left under the windshield wiper of one of the cars on the street. Then she walked off, apparently pleased with herself.
Doesn’t this make you want to know what came before or what happened after? So go write it!