Writing on the Road and There’s No Pen
- April 29, 2018
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What do you do when you’re driving and a great line of dialogue pops into your head?
I try not to think of my stories during those times but sometimes it’s a natural progression of thought (do we ever really stop thinking about those people?).
I had the line, the perfect sentence. But I was driving and there was no place to pull over. I called a friend.
“Please write this sentence down for me.”
My friend rose to the occasion. “All right, let me find a pen.” Pause. “There’s usually a million pens around here, where are they?” Sounds of paper rustled. “I don’t understand, there was a pen here a minute ago, why can’t I find one when I need—”
I tried desperately not to hear her, repeating those prized words in my head like a mantra. “Please stop talking,” I finally begged. “I’ll lose the sentence.”
Silence. Then, “Okay, go ahead.”
I said the line and waited.
“Okay, got it. Do you want me to email it to you?”
“Yes!” I’ve got truly wonderful, understanding friends.
“I’ll do it now. Talk to you later.”
But what if no one is home? In my panic, I forgot another, simpler solution: call my voice mail. (Thank goodness my car has hands-free dialing.) I wonder if I should invest in a small recorder.
What do you do when your story rears its head and you’re not in a place to write it down?