We ended up riffing on this concept on Twitter, some of my writing friends and I. They asked how one rescues a yucca. I explained how this one came from Big Bend, Texas and was salvaged from land-clearing. These slow-growing plants are often destroyed by various kinds of development.
They asked about rescue yucca ranches, whether they were kill or no-kill. I assured them that all rescue cacti live happily ever after and receive ice cream every day.
This prompted great relief, especially from Adri, who was envisioning abandoned cacti with big sad eyes.
This is how writers are. Take one little image and spin it into an involved – and sometimes silly – story.
I spun myself this little fantasy the other day in the shower. No, not the kind you’re thinking of. In this one, an editor from the house that has Obsidian called me enthusing about the book. I dreamed up the detailed conversation, which involved phrases like “three-book contract,” “centerpiece of this year’s offerings from us,” and “brilliant new writer.” It was a terrific fantasy.
Now, I know there’s some value to this. All the positive-thinking guri (plural for guru, I feel quite sure) say you have to be able to envision the success. And I know we all have Walter Mitty-ish alternate lives in our heads, no harm done.
My problem is, my imagination is so vivid I begin to believe the fantasy.
All day, I kept wanting to tell people my good news. Hey! This editor called and offered me a fabulous book deal! In my head! Where I hear voices from people who aren’t really calling me…
Oh yeah. There’s that whole reality thing I have to remember to hang on to.
At any rate, I was amused at myself.
(And I still feel kind of excited about my imaginary phone call.)
If you look closely, you can see a bit of ice cream smudged on his mouth.