Scenes in a novel, or even an idea for a novel, can stem from everyday life. For the following example, I would like to thank my son’s cat, Elizabeth (Lizzie) for trying to kill me this morning. (Okay, I exaggerated that accusation; she only aimed to break my neck.)
This assault came at a time when I’ve been thinking about scenes in my next book – mainly things that could happen to someone having an awful day.
Lizzie weaved between my feet as I walked to the kitchen. I sidestepped her each time, until she introduced a new maneuver: she stopped and laid down! To avoid crushing her (and subsequently having to explain her demise to my son), I stumbled over myself and fell into the wall, muttering something about a “stupid cat.”
Here’s where the light bulb came on. My character (Lee) tells her friend about her bad day, where several things go wrong, including the admission that even her cat tried to kill her. Of course, when Lee gets to the part about the cat’s murder plot, the friend thinks she’s crazy, which is another part of the story.*
I have to go now. Lizzie is staring at me with a smirk on her face, and I’m sure she’s ready to finish what she started this morning…
* I can’t say why this is important to the story, or hint at what the story is about, because I’m paranoid that someone will use my idea and do it better! And of course I’m sane and rational because I’ve figured out my son’s cat is out to get me.