I'm wiped out from the DFW Writer's Conference this weekend. What a lot of awesomeness. Keynote speaker Jodi Thomas--who is simply one of the neatest people I've ever met--gave a speech that had me nodding and laughing and tearing up.
First, she talked about her drive into Canyon, TX, where she is writer in residence at the university there, and how just seeing a hitchhiker on the road can send her imagination spinning off into all direction, until by the time she reaches the office, she's killed the hitchhiker and buried his body in the foundation of the Walmart construction site.
So true. When I lived out on the ranch, sometimes on the way home from work or the grocery store, I'd miss my exit and be in Refugio before I realized I wasn't really flying a spaceship/on the run from mobsters/racing to save a captured princess from a dungeon...
(I was usually driving home from work at midnight, on an empty highway where I mostly just had to worry about hitting deer.)
What about you? Are you always somewhere else in your head? Do you sit through sermons imagining what would happen if ninjas dropped through the stained glass windows?