Last week while my mom was visiting, she, my girl and I went to Panera for dinner before Ma sweetly took my girl home so I could have a few hours to work on PARKER CLEAVES. As we ate, I found myself completely overtaken with the conversation of the two women behind me, who were filling out some sort of Bible-related workbooks.
Their conversation was HILARIOUS and not intentionally at all. I sat there, nodding and smiling at my mom and daughter because they thought they were talking to me, but they were not. They were talking at me while I listened with all my might to the women as they discussed their answers to the workbook questions.
When we were done eating, we walked out into the parking lot and I told my mom and daughter what they'd been saying. My mom laughed out loud.
Me: "I'm totally blogging this."
My Conscience My Daughter: "Mommy, what if they saw it?"
Me: "How would they see it? They don't know me. Plus, I don't know their names." (fully aware of how completely wrong and backward this conversation is)
My Conscience My Daughter: "MOMMY."
Me: "Twitter?"
My Conscience My Daughter: "MOOOOMMMMY."
Me: "Okay, fine."
So I told the story in my editorial meeting to my co-workers, and we laughed and laughed. And see, I found a way to blog it without violating the spirit of my daughter's wise words. The best part about this story: Right before I started eavesdropping, I was telling my daughter she can't have her own blog until she's 25.
I'll just find a way to work that conversation into dialogue in PARKER CLEAVES.
