Today’s conversation on the way to school.
Me: After school lets go to the apple place near our home.
Me: While we’re there we should pick up something for grandma.
Son: I don’t think she likes anything there.
Me: We bought her a bunch of stuff last year. I think she likes red not green.
Son: Geez, mom. Most of their stuff is black or white.
Hello? Communication failure. Son thinks we’re going to the Apple computer store at the mall and I’m thinking the apple orchard about a mile from our house. This confirmed that I’m not cool….at least in my son’s eyes.
On a more positive note after this conversation ended I spent the rest of the morning commute in relative silence. Since my brain is not used to my mouth being closed, it rewarded me with a great idea for my current manuscript. I’ve been weighing two different plot conflicts over the past week. Neither felt authentic enough. Today I came up with a ‘curve’ that makes more sense. This is a good thing because now I’m not afraid to sit down and write the last 8,000 words. Whew!