A BOOK COMES AND SAYS,
Well, I don't know if I'd say that's exactly the way it happened for me. It was more like I had to coax and cajole the idea out from under the tortoises' tank where it was trying to blend in with the dust bunnies. I promised it chocolate and peanut butter and episodes of "The Walking Dead" and ghost stories around the campfire if it would just come out and go along with me to camp - Camp NaNoWriMo, that is.
I've got my bug spray and a stick for roasting marshmallows and the cord to charge my laptop and an idea. A creepy crawly idea that might send me running and screaming into the dark, dark woods.
I'd better bring a flashlight.
If you're "camping" this June, too, let me know. And even though I was always the one the others girls wanted to walk with them through the woods to the building with the bathrooms, I promise I won't ask you to be my bathroom buddy. Really. Unless I have to go really, really bad . . . .