You know that moment when you're rocking out, singing along with a song on the car radio and you realize the person in the next car is watching you, thoroughly amused by your antics.
That happened to me the other day in the supermarket parking lot.
The radio station was playing Vanilla Ice's "Ice, ice baby" so instead of parking and getting out of my car, I parked and sat there and sang along with every lyric.
I didn't even notice the guy who'd been watching me sing until the song was over and I'd emerged from the car and he said something along the lines of, "Not everyone knows every word of that song."
And I had that moment of "please let the earth just swallow me whole" embarrassment, but then I shook it off and said, "I find it inspirational." No doubt he found that even odder than my singing, but it's true.
Whenever I have to write a scene that features, or is a result of, Armani Vasquez from the CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN series and the MATCHMAKER MYSTERIES, I listen to "Ice, ice baby" since it was her first psychic moment…one she tragically didn't heed. Please don't get me started on the danger of Zamboni machines.
So I'm proud to be caught singing that particular song because it means I'm stoking my creative juices.
Another way I'm stirring the creativity pot this year is by participating in a photo-a-day challenge. I've really enjoyed the prompts so far and have been posting them on my Facebook page.
Here's one that I took for the "round" prompt, but didn't go with:
Another thing I'm doing to keep the creative fires burning is writing a minimum of words. This week the goal's been 2000 words (manuscript words…not blog posts, emails, notes, etc.). As of Wednesday night I'd written 13801, so I'm doing well. When I remember to, I'm tweeting about my word count progress.
Tell me Killer Friends: What "embarrassing" thing are you proud to be seen doing? How are you filling your creative well? Do YOU know the words to "Ice, ice baby"????