I walk out on the street (far more now than I did in previous weeks) and there is so much life around me. It begs me to have my notebook out and scribble things down to use later. These are just some of the fantastic things just while being out and about:
1) I was in Neros a few weeks back and heard a cluster of men talking about religion. I had my laptop with me, so I just sat there quietly earwigging and writing down little snippets of their words. So heated and passionate, but all quietly over sipping a cup of coffee, like civilised folk.
2) Walking back from town last week, a woman and a man (who I assume was her boyfriend) were having a mega slanging match across the street. Dave observes that they use the middle of town like their living rooms, and it really was like that. Shouting, cussing, spitting and eventually snogging all in the middle of the street. A bit like watching an episode of Eastenders.
3) While people watching – again in Neros – I saw a tandem pushchair (like the one we’re intending to buy), filled up with shopping. I mean totally rammed with shopping bags while a child, probably no more than three, was clinging to the side and trotting to keep up with Mummy’s huge strides while she talked on the phone with one hand.
4) Best of all, when we went to get the cots for the twins a week or so ago, we left the house and saw that next door’s front door was hanging open. We assumed it was just to get some air through the house; something we do quite often. However, when we got back (probably two hours later), the door was still wide open. We rang the bell, knocked and called, but it was very plain that there was nobody inside. We talked about it for a few minutes, tried to decide what to do and in the end closed the door with a promise to leave a note and possibly try to track down the landlord to ask about it. Then we realised that the stray cat that often runs up and down the street may have been trapped inside!
All of these scenarios are great ideas for stories or little things that can be used to flesh out a scene. There is so much to write about wherever you look I’m fascinated by those who say they’ve run out of things to make stories about. Anyway… don’t we just make stuff up?
That is all.