The Writing Truck

I FELL OFF THE WAGON.

Or, more precisely, the back of the truck.

Look at this truck! Isn't it incredible? It's the great old farm truck that's been keeping me company at my summer writing spot. It sits there all friendly-like just letting me do my writing thing. 


I haven't been there for about three weeks. I slacked off on my writing stuff to go on vacation and enjoy the rest of summer break. And it was good, so good, to have a little vacation from my head. 


But I do miss my truck friend in the grassy field by the tree by the pond. Hey, that reminds me of that song I used to sing when I was a kid - 
        And on that eye there was an eyelash, the prettiest little eyelash you ever did see. Oh, the eye on the bird and the bird in the nest and the nest on the branch and the branch on the tree and the tree in hole and the hole in the ground and the green grass growin' all around, all around, and the green grass growin' all around.


Whoa, what a marvelous tangent! 


So what I've been trying to tell you is that I fell off the writing truck for a while, but I'm back! Yesterday I worked on my daily writing goal in my YA Fantasy book- my goal for Mon thru Fri that is. Saturdays are for skipping ideas through my head, researching, and absorbing the fascinating stuff all around me to use in my story while I hang out with my family. 

SO WELCOME ME BACK, YOU GREAT RED TRUCK, CUZ I’M READY TO WRITE AND ROLL!

Hey, that gets me thinking. That red truck could be used in a thousand great tales. I could fall off in another dimension or maybe while I'm snoring in the back, the truck suddenly takes off and I find myself in the middle of a helicopter police chase (I don't snore by the way, just so you know), or there's some message hidden in the truck that's been there for 70 years. What do you think? Shoot me your ideas for how the red truck could infiltrate a book. 

START YOUR BRAIN ENGINES!

REV ‘EM UP!

AND YOU’RE OFF!