I got one last night. Don’t know where I’m going to use it, but it’s tucked away. It might show up as an entire book, or it might show up as a tiny aside thought that takes one sentence but colors an entire plot issue, but it’s there, and it will stay until I explore it to the depths of my curiosity.
See, Guy took me out to eat last night, and because it was busy, they were seating people by the secondary entrance. I questioned it because it was bitterly cold and the draft from the main door had been uncomfortable as we waited for a table. The woman pointed out the sign they had put up, politely asking patrons to use the main exit to ensure the comfort of the other guests. So we trusted in the goodwill of people and sat, a foot away from an exterior door, on a cold winter’s night. The main door was only thirty feet away. Surely people would take the time to cross four tables and use the main entrance.
Over the course of an hour, no less than six groups of people read the sign, saw us sitting there a foot from the door, and went out anyway, sending in a cold blast of air to chill us about every ten minutes. Now, I’m not telling you this to complain, (so please don’t think I am) but to point out that ideas are everywhere. These people were not illiterate. They were not evil, or unkind to children and small dogs. They didn’t do it to irritate me, they just . . . didn’t care. They did an unkindness because they were not going to be around for the fallout. And that, my friends, is a story arc if you play it right. Or a small though from a main character that explains an entire emotional issue. A good title would be An Unkindness of Strangers. And that, is where I get my ideas.