I had planned to take out some large chunks of time and devote it to my current work in progress that is becoming a Herculean effort. But instead, I cleaned the heck out of my room while watching the History Channels presentations on the presidents. They only played from Washington to Lincoln. But I enjoyed it.

Of course, that led to plot bunnies and more inspiration. I can’t take NEW ideas right now. I can store them away for a while until it’s time for their turn. I’ll be damned if I never finish this book. I have 14 to finish before I get to my next ‘thing’ whatever that may be. I hate that I can’t finish anything. But it will happen.

Now that H is not showing anymore presidents day stuff, I pulled up my Netflix and have one of my favorite musicals playing. 1776 There you go for more inspiration.

What inspires, or derails you?

Oh, and by the way, a Plot off is just brainstorming with my author pals and pluging plot holes.

“Mr. Adams, but Mr. Adams, The things I write are only light extemporanea. I won’t put politics on paper, it’s a mania. So I refuse to use the pen in Pennsylvannia.”

As far as musicals go, this is one of my favorites. And that line stands out to me as brilliant lyric. Do you see how his emphatic denial of a task just rolls so easily? (By the way, he was avoiding writing the Declaration of Independence.) Oh, and Jefferson’s denial was just as good. “Once again you have kept me from my lovely bride. Oh, Mr. Adams you are driving me to Homicide.”

How pleasant life would be as a musical. (well, for some.)

In truth, I have often conteplated bursting into song and dance in the line at Wal-Mart. Wouldn’t that be fun? Have three or four different lines of song going on at the same time, yet sounding good together.

Lyric #1 in queue one. “Please ring me up, and hurry, have to avoid the crowds, the flurry, Gotta get home to my baby, yesiree, Pleeeeeeease.”

Lyric #2 queue 2. “I only come here for my cats. See all the cat food, think of that. The human contact here is scarey. Rather be among the felines and fleeeeas.”

Lyric # 3, etc. “Can you talk to me, cashier, I’ve thought about you for more than a year, Can you see the crush I have for you dear, notice me, hear my pleeeeeeas.”

Lyric 4   “Gonna make a great plate tonight, gonna eat some veggies alright, cooking up the dish and doin it right, mashed potatoes, applesauce, carrots and peeeeeas.”

Just an example. Would you be in my life musical. (Cuz if I envision it, I don’t have to write. But I should.)