It’s a running joke among writers.  We simply write what the voices in our heads tell us to.  

I also have this thing called a vivid imagination.  It often takes snippets of conversations or single events and creates entire stories around that simple kernel of truth.  Work In Progress is a result of my imagination, but it’s drawn from my own desires.  For years, I wanted to walk into my former place of employment and say “That’s it! I’m out of here.  Thanks for the ride.  I’m off to be a writer now.”  But that is now how real life works.  The mortgage company probably wouldn’t understand.  So, I stayed until I could leave for an opportunity that brought me one step closer to my dream.  And hey, it did get me working from home.

And now, I am writing.  I am writing.  Just typing that makes me happy.  And actually writing makes me even happier.  I am finally living out my dream.  

But the opening scene from Work In Progress never left me.  And since my grand exit didn’t go down like that, I decided to write it nonetheless.  Lots of people dream about leaving their 9 to 5 and having a great adventure.  I get to write about characters who actually do it.  And that is my great adventure.