Where Book Ideas Come From
At the grocery store this morning,
I decided to buy a frozen turkey breast.
I chose a nice big one—almost a ten pounder.
I like to freeze leftovers
in small packets.
I hefted it up, turned and
just then
a little dog walked by me,
centered
right under the turkey
breast.
For a moment, I pictured
me dropping it.
I imagined the local
newspaper headline
Woman Murders Puppy in
Grocery Store.
But thankfully the turkey
made it to my cart,
safe and sound and the dog
lived another day.
But it may make a beginning
of a romance novel.
A tall handsome man walks
his service dog.
A young beautiful woman
turns and…
Maybe not the most bonding
experience,
but don’t all romance
novels began that way?
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