Ocasionally when I’m out and about I see things that defy common sense. For example, Saturday we were leaving the bank and as we pulled onto the road we passed a fire hydrant. For some inexplicable reason, someone had placed a lady’s shoe on top. There it stood, footless. A pump on a pump. As with all things ridiculous, it got me to thinking, which led to surmising and then on to full tilt making up a story. Writers, more than other people, want their world to make sense and they want it to be exciting. These little inconsequentials are truly a gift from the gods of absurdity. There are so many bizarre people, places and things surrounding us that a plethora of material is everywhere, free for the taking. In a crazy world such as this, with so many human and animal variables it’s nearly impossible to be bereft of ideas. Lord Byron had clearly discovered this gold mine and it’s cache of goodies when he wrote Don Juan in 1823:
‘Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction: if it could be told,
How much would novels gain by the exchange!
How differently the world would men behold!’
I was getting a bit dry for an idea that would be a catalyst for an event in a book I’m writing. I’ve found it. That shoe on the hydrant will do brilliantly!