C is today's letter, and my chosen word is
Conversations, they are everywhere you go, everywhere you are, even when you are alone. If you stop for a moment and listen youu will become aware of the internal voice chattering away in your head, telling you what to do, what to think and how to react.
And it is the reaction to a conversation I want to talk about today.
Yesterday, while I was waiting in a long queue at the post office there was a father and young daughter in front of me.
The father's phone rang, he listened, muttered something brief and disconnected. The child was swinging on one of the 'bollards' holding the queue-rope in place, and after a moment, while still swinging, she looked at her Dad and said, "What did she want?"
I was surprised at the strength of mutiny in her voice.
I didn't hear the father's response as he'd turned his back on me.
"She always wants money." She stopped swinging and held her father's attention before challenging, "You always give her money when she asks for it, why don't you ever give me any money?"
At that, and not waiting or expecting a response, she resumed her swinging.
As an author my mind went into overdrive, the annoyance of the long queue ahead of me became a blessing while I played with the mulititude of computation I could generate from what I overheard, expecting to use it in one of my current WIP, two novellas.
Instead, this morning, it came to me I could turn this conversation around, tweak it, play with it, and use iit to wrap up my experimental Regency, No Job For a Woman, that has been on the go for nearly two years.
My thanks to father,especially his daughter, and the unknown caller who gave me the 'tool' to use in finishing my story.
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