Daily life of a multi-pubbed author
Today however, my head seems to be completely empty.
High time for a nice inspirational trip on my bicycle!
I put on a warm coat, mount my bike and ride to the lonely woods.
The sun is shining, the leaves of the trees are coloring scarlet, and the woods smell of late jasmine and blooming bell-heather.
But I donít see much of the beautiful environment. Iím thinking hard.
What if my heroine is a pilot? And she falls in love with her captain?
All of a sudden, I hear an alarming growling very near.
Good grief! Iím close by the Airport and these grounds are guarded by dangerous dogs!
In my minds eye, I can see a ferocious dog with flickering razor-sharp teeth ready to tear the innocent passer-by apart.
Oh help! What if one of those monsters really escaped? I wonít have any chance to survive the drama.
I must get the hell out of here!
Reducing my speed, I want to turn my bike, but itís too late.
Thereís a scary rustling in the brushwood and a dark shadow jumps down on me, barking in a horn-mad way.
My heart misses a beat, then darts off like a stampeding herd of cattle.
Shivering, I close my eyes and wait for the horrible events to come.
As nothing happens, I carefully open one eye.
Huh... Thatís no ferocious killer dog. A poodle! A cute black poodle with a red bow tie around his neck.
But it growls as if he were the Grinch himself...
The dog's owner, a nice woman in a self-knitted long sweater, salutes me with a broad grin.
Stumbling to my feet, I return her smile in a rather sheepish manner. I feel so embarrassed!
Yes, a good imagination comes in very handy for an author, but sometimes less is definitely better!
Greetings from The Netherlands!
:-) Anita Verkerk.