Hi, it’s me, Flash. Cindy is catching up today after being away from home for a week. Writing this blog was WAY down on her to-do list, so I thought I’d use this opportunity to get something off my chest.
See, last week after dropping off a group of kids at church camp, she used the time as a writing retreat. Seeing as I’m her favorite main character, I knew I’d be needed. Plus, an exotic vacation away from our little bay window writing nook sounded like just the ticket.
BUT, this retreat was not held in the mountains, near a gurgling brook, like I expected. It wasn’t held at the beach, either. No, Cindy never bothered to mention our plush accommodations were going to be at the Super 8 in York, NE. Don’t worry, though, it was better than it sounds. We scored a nice corner room with a view—of the parking lot.
Now, York itself is a nice little town. American flags line the main street and big old houses overlook the charming brick streets. Cindy was so enchanted by some of these houses, she probably would have spent the week in jail for trying to peek in the windows if it wasn’t for me keeping her in line.
But we weren’t there for houses and brick streets and walks on the trail along the river. No, we were there to write. So when Cindy fired up her laptop, I was surprised to find her starting a new story—minus yours truly. At first I thought maybe I’d appear a little further in, but by Friday and page 72, I was still nowhere to be seen. Needless to say, I was ticked. I’d come all this way and spent a week in a dumpy motel for nothing?
About this time Cindy started to have doubts. The story wasn’t panning out like she’d hoped. She didn’t buy the main character’s motivations, the whole thing seemed like too much of a stretch.
Well, duh. You tell me, if you were eight years old, who would you rather read about? Milly, the perky kitten, or FLASH, Feline Extraordinaire?
Exactly.
Just because I’m a figment of her imagination doesn’t mean I’m stupid. If she had only listened to me to start with she wouldn’t have wasted a whole week of undivided writing time.
Next time I’m insisting on the beach!
