Imagine this is the view from my car, as I drive home on a recent Thursday evening from work. It's 9:20 pm (yes, sometimes I work until 9 pm), there's no one around, and I drive slowly across a bridge, heading south on a major road. I'm listening to a CD.
Okay, okay, it's a CD of Mozart piano concertos. Yes, I'm a nerd. Don't judge me (hey, they say Mozart is good for the brain).
I have the volume cranked up. I'm thinking about my current MG novel. To me, an important part of writing is mulling over my WIP. Ideas usually come to me in the car, or in the shower, or when I least expect it. But it's all part of the process.
In my MG novel, the rough draft of which is a complete mess, I know something is missing, and on my lonely drive home it hits me like a collision: the protagonist isn't solving the mystery near the end; it merely unfolds in front of him. I need to rewrite those last two chapters and make him more involved in piecing together those final clues.
And then -- flashing lights behind me! Agghh!
According to the very nice officer who stopped me, apparently I "failed to come to a complete stop at the stop sign before the bridge."
Thankfully, he let me off with a warning.
Has this ever happened to you? Have you ever been so caught up in thinking through your WIP -- or listening to a stirring piece of music -- that you, uh, got pulled over? Did you get a ticket? 'Fess up!