Dud Campbell pulled the tiny notebook out of his back pocket and
wrote down: "Randy and Katie, exquisite."
He'd read this story
about writing where it said you should keep a notebook and jot down
an idea when it hit you. That way, you won't have to wonder, "What
was that word I had that described Randy and Katie walking around
town holding hands?" And, the story said, you don't worry about a
plot, but you just keep making notes. Make notes, and when you fill
one book, put it in a drawer and start on another. Before you know
it, a plot will come along, and you'll be ready to write it.
Dud loved reading these stories, because he knew if he just
followed their suggestions, his murder mystery about the duchess and
the truck driver would eventually take care of itself. If he just
had some insight on what happened between Randy and Katie, he'd be
able to do a flashback thingie to let his readers know how a duchess
and a truck driver found happiness in each other's arms.
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On the surface, a truck driver and a duchess don't seem to have a
lot in common, but he'd been working on that, too. He had several
ideas jotted down in the notebook: books they enjoyed reading,
watching old movies on television, polka dancing. He wasn't sure
that duchesses liked polka dancing, but he was pretty sure truck
drivers didn't like waltzes, and that's all you saw duchesses doing.
Dud had some time, so he followed the young couple from a block
away, hoping his keen senses would discern the hidden secret to this
relationship. He saw them smile on small children and butterflies,
their smiles beaming a benediction and blessing on all they met, as
though they were pilgrims on a quest for eternal secrets.
Hey, that was pretty good. He whipped out the notebook again and
leaned against a mailbox to write it down.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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