Back in the day (I love beginning stories with those words), I was a pretty good softball pitcher. Sure, I didn’t have Olympic type skills or anything, but I could throw one fast ball. The tricky “curveballs”–well, those weren’t my specialty.

I’ve been thinking about curveballs today. Life throws those a lot, huh? Like…oh, when on Wednesday night, Life decided to be funny and toss me a ball–and make my refrigerator stop working in the middle of the night. Fun-ny. I’d just gone grocery shopping the day before, but, alas, the food in the fridge was not meant to be saved–because, of course, the repairman couldn’t come out yesterday. Oh, no. But at least he made it today, and after a trip to the grocery story–where I got to drive the “RED CAR!! (as my son likes to call the buggy designed to resemble a car) and I narrowly avoided side-swiping a good twenty other shoppers–the fridge is restocked and life is back on track.

Curveballs.

In my writing, I like to add curveballs. Like to drop those unexpected (and not always pleasant) surprises onto my characters. I enjoy creating their reactions–then creating more conflict. Drama, baby.

Oh, yeah, I love curveballs in writing. In real-life? Not so much.

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