Avoiding writing is part of my creative process. Sounds better than saying I procrastinate, doesn’t it? Ideas don’t come to me while I’m staring at a blank screen. Sometimes getting out of the house works, which is how I found myself walking around a home improvement store with my kids while the deadline for a short crime story loomed.
For the record, home improvement stores bore me silly. When I was a kid dragged into one by my father, I enjoyed ringing all the doorbells, or testing out the storm doors, but my kids get embarrassed when I do that now.
On this particular trip, I noticed that every time I stopped to look at something the same woman was right next to me. My first thought? Maybe she was working on her deck, too. Glancing into her cart, I spied a shovel, some rope, a bag of plastic zip ties, and a roll of duct tape. Uh oh.