Groan. Walking while “story-ing” is always dangerous. Only by the Grace of God, and the strange providence of writers, have I survived a lifetime of walking busy city streets while oblivious to all but the plight of my characters. I thought I was being so careful this morning. I made sure to look both ways (at least I think I did), but there are always other dangers.
I rounded a corner while deep in the ponderings, and lilting voice, of one of my current male characters. “And then I comfort her” came blurting out – just as I walked right into a crowd of startled business people waiting at a bus stop.
What can ya’ do? I hid under the brim of my baseball cap and sped through. Writing always finds a way to get my heart pumping faster. lol