Sunday, May 21, 2006

MOUSE STOPPED PLAY

There I was, legs tucked neatly under desk, upper body perfectly straight, eyes focused on the screen in front of me, mind working as one with my main character as she drove recklessly to the hospital where her beloved lay in a coma, when suddenly we were both horribly distracted - by a teeny weeny squeaking sound coming from somewhere close to our feet. Now, I'm not one to panic, but my main character is known to overreact sometimes. Up she leapt, (yes, I know she was in a car, but you've heard of suspended disbelief, haven't you? So - do it. If it helps, she had the sun roof open at the time, so she didn't bang her head, okay?) Anyway, as I was saying, up she leapt, only to fall back down a moment later (what did you expect? that she could defy gravity?). Daringly, she lifted both feet off the pedals and bent her knees upwards, peering down towards the dark floor (you have a problem with that? she steered the car with her knees - isn't it obvious?). She could see nothing. Perhaps she'd imagined it? Afterall she had been under a lot of pressure lately, what with being jilted at the altar, winning millions in Las Vegas and running for PM. She calmed her pounding heart, placed her feet back on the pedals and was only a little concerned to find she'd driven past the hospital and was now, in fact, on the back of a transporter that was heading for a low bridge. (Actually, I just made that last bit up.) The truth was that just when she'd convinced herself it was her overwrought imagination, the squeaking started again. This time she did what any normal woman would do, she screamed and ran out of the car. Realising this really wasn't helpful, she returned to the car which by now had parked itself in a handy hedge, and dared to actually cast her eyes around the floor again. Nothing. But our intrepid heroine was not put off, (oh no!), she bravely placed her ear against the computer monitor (doesn't everyone have a computer on the floor of their car?). Squeak, squeak, squeak it went. 'Ah ha!' exclaimed our heroine, and crashed her fingers down against the keyboard. Nothing, dead as a dead duck with bird flu. Bugger! What should she do? What could she do? She switched everything off and booted it back up of course. What happened? The mouse had gone and our heroine was able to return to dashing off to the hospital without any further hiccups. As for me - I merely mopped up the water I'd spilt on the desk when my heroine had surprised me by her sudden departure from the car, replaced the pile of books that had somehow got knocked to the floor, and repositioned the photo of my husband setting mousetraps in our garage.
Obsessed? Moi? Non.

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6 Comments:

Blogger Stacy Dawn said...

LOL, your heroine is quite the acrobat!

I believe in woman's lib but...thank God for husbands!

3:32 pm  
Blogger India said...

I'm always saying there's a huge market for a book featuring an acrobatic stunt-driver heroine with paranoid schizophrenic tendencies...

(Let's face it, which of us could honestly say we wouldn't identify pretty closely with her?)

7:07 pm  
Blogger Eva said...

Annie, it sounds like editing is getting to you and you can't wait to start writing new material again!

5:30 pm  
Blogger Annie said...

You know what they say, Stacy - write what you know. By the way, how many husbands have you got?

I agree, Imogen. Who said that?

Welcome back, Eva. You are so right, I'm itching to write something new - that's why I love this blog spot!

In fact, between you, I think you've given me my next book - well done, girls!

One last thought before I go - what if each 'persona' in a schizophrenic's head is also a schizophrenic - remember that woman who had 5 different personas in her head? The mind(s) boggles!

6:49 am  
Blogger Stacy Dawn said...

Annie...what's wrong with more than one? It takes a little juggling but the variety makes it worth it ;)

11:52 pm  
Blogger Annie said...

Hmm. Not sure I could deal with more than two balls in the air at once - but each to their own!

11:53 am  

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