These days I'm spending a lot of time in the gardens. The vegetables haven't been planted yet but the flower beds all beg for attention. Me? I'm a sucker for any kind of garden. I indulge them, and myself, by burying my fingers in mulch and soil. My fingers work, the beds sparkle and my mind wanders. A good deal all around, I think.
Yesterday I freshened up the side bed where this crocus blooms. There are orderly lines of crocuses, with daffodils, tulips, hyacinths and perennials primed for their moment of glory. All are waiting, ready for the unspoken signal that their turn has come.
The flowers look like planes lined up on a jetway. Motorists in traffic on the Expressway. Children playing Follow the Leader. All so organized, tidy and controlled. They reminded me of a plot outline I wrote recently. Everything in its place, all expectations clear and easily met.
You know what? It made me want to sweep my hand over the bed and disrupt the order. Introduce some chaos. Bring the unexpected to the serenity. I didn't do it, but I was tempted.
This afternoon I'm going to re-examine that chapter outline. I think it may need some tweaking, a twist or two or a non-conforming character. I'm actually pretty jazzed about the prospect, excited to introduce a disruption or two into the sanity my characters think is their due.
Who would have thought a complete plot readjustment could be found among the weeds? I wonder what else lurks there? Hmm...
Have a great weekend!