Stories should always include the unexpected – unexpected events, unexpected characters or characters traits, unexpected plot twists, and of course unexpected endings. Mom is working on endings to three stories right now, and she’s revising two more stories at the same time. That’s a LOT of surprises, but predictably, she’s plugging along and trying not to be predictable.
Things in my life are always unexpected. Mom says it’s because my brain is so tiny, it can’t store things from the past. So every day, I act like I was just born. Personally, I think that’s a GREAT way to live!
When I smell bacon, I can’t always remember how to find the source of it. Where can it be? In the car? Across the street? Bacon mystery…. Hmmm….
Mom bought me a new blanket-bed. It seemed easy enough to figure out the first day.
Then I forgot how it worked.
My positions are unexpected, but any way I twist it – it works. Confusing blanket-bed…. This seems right….
This past weekend, I was surprised to discover that I was going along on an unexpected road trip to Mom’s BFF’s yard sale.
No wonder my travel crate was in the living room for a couple of days.
We got to play outside in the yard for a long time, and then I rested in the shade on the porch.
And VERY predictably, I napped all the way home. Surprise road trip… Yay…
Lots of times, Mom drives through McDonald’s and gets me an ice cream cone.
Actually, she gets it for herself, but she shares it with me.
Some days at the drive thru, things get unpredictable and we drive out with a salad! Or coffee!! Or a cup of oatmeal!!!
Usually, unpredictability is good. Sometimes it’s bad. Very, very bad.