The Journey

Writer to Writer: Sowing the Seeds

One question that writers often get asked is “where do you get your ideas?” This query can be a bit thorny at times and, depending on the current mood and possible medication-levels of the writer, the responses can range from “I did exhaustive research in the library for 17 years” to “I heard voices in the refrigerator last night”.

People are different, writers are different, and the motivations can come from anywhere. If the creative process was a definable and finite endeavor, we would all create the same things, and who wants to go to a bookstore that only sells one book? (Okay, maybe certain crazed right-wingers would like to make The Bible the only available tome in the land (edited to their specifications, of course), but any respectable publisher is not going to target a demographic that changes their beliefs every time Fox News airs a new entertainment episode.)

Personally, I have two methods to my madness. The first is that I simply sit down at my desk with a vague concept in mind, and then I see what happens. This is how most of my stories come to life. (And it’s also how many of my ideas never see the light of publication, resulting in clunky messes that do nothing more than eat away at the storage in my hard drive.) The alternate route is for me to actually take notes during a certain experience or journey, scribbling down tidbits that will later jog my memory and possibly result in one of my books getting out of the Amazon basement.

And in the spirit of that second avenue of creation, the note-taking modus operandi, I offer up the remainder of this post. It’s the contents of a file I just found in a folder on my desktop, quaintly named “Incomplete or Never Posted”. (This folder is brimming with rejects and ruined finery, a hodgepodge of “good idea but total failure on the delivery”, “maybe I’ll get around to it someday” and “was I drinking at the time?”) This particular document, christened “Notes from Cozumel”, involves digital scribbles from a family vacation. Enough time has passed since the sojourn that a few of the items leave me baffled now, but most of them make me smile and my mental gears start turning.

So this I proffer: An unedited, dusty list of what I found worthy of notation in a certain place and time. For some folks, this will be a revealing insight into what catches my eye, what makes me tick. For others, it will be just the confirmation they need that they have erred in deciding to follow my blog. In either case, I did it for the right reasons.



Day 1

1. Redneck on airplane. Just shoot me in the head, Wardell.

2. Craziness of Cozumel airport, two baggage scans (why?), vendors not getting enough sex in their lives, humidity that will take down an elephant.

3. Insane shuttle driver taking us to hotel. (License? Therapy? Have people died?)

4. Massive room size. We could play volleyball in here.

5. Little drink cups. But all-inclusive, so go with it.

6. Creative ways of cooking. Do they have health inspectors on this island?

7. The hammock of love. Watch out for the giant hole.

8. Bikers in hot tub.

9. Out of tip money, only pesos.

10. Wheelchair breakdown.

11. Ice cream snafu.

12. Gunk on beach. What is that?

13. Early end of evening. How is this possible?

14. Wi-fi wacky, just go to bed, undrunk.


Day 2

1. Restless night, loud air conditioner conquers snoring partner, a first.

2. Schlepping/begging for coffee. Trust the creamer?

3. Morning on the balcony. Could live here, if people bring food.

4. First realization that I am not living the life that I should.

5. Need to go into town for tip money.

6. Didn’t even notice TV in room till now.

6.5 Told front desk about evil AC. (Not sure they understood, this becomes theme.)

7. Trip to town, alcohol while waiting on taxi that is poorly air-conditioned, thus justifying alcohol and confirming plans for additional drinking.

8. End up in same city square from my Cruise Control book. Are those the same people in the vendor booths? Do they not have goals?

9. Camera lost and then found (Tara tragic in hat, Dawn is hero.)

10. Pepitos at (Palmyra?). Yum, want more, probably can’t find again, focus issues.

11. Back at hotel, building sandcastles with niece Tristany, love this, love her. Love.

12. Swimming in ocean. The fish are not afraid of anything, they’ve seen it all, over it.

13. We got Roni in the pool! Major effort, worth it.

14. Big wind, eventual loss of things.

15. Tense dinner, sis and bro-in-law snapping at each other, conversation minimal, drinking maximal.

16. More sand with Tristany (love the beach at night, live here I could).

17. Only glanced at hot tub, another early evening. (AC suspiciously quiet, expecting vengeance at any second, doesn’t happen. Drift off clutching crucifix.)


Day 3

1. Do not eat the pork at breakfast.

2. Strange woman proffering freebies. (Boundaries much?)

3. No phone signal today, completely cut off. (Nice in one way, horrifying in anal-retentive way.)

4. Another sand village with Tristany, complete with moat and fashion show on drawbridge, using stick people. Imagination will get you through the day.

5. The loud American redneck hollering in the water / dumb-ass American kids throwing rocks at birds. All that opportunity in our country and still we produce idiots.

6. Crazy, drunk bartender Alma (tasted everything).

7. Dinner went from “oh, the wind is nice” to “we’re going to die”, dashing with wheelchair in rain and umbrella. (Pork way better than this morning.) The traveling picture-taking people and the thing with the hubcap.

8. Dawn and Darrin find disco, but everyone seems out of energy.

9. Attempt at excitement by checking email in lobby, only place with wi-fi, strange crowd is just too much (hollering of “I need to trim my toenails”). No, not here. I will take you down.

10. Reading a book by EIGHT-THIRTY.

11. Read until midnight, great fun, listening to the waves, lost in the words.

Add in: Difficulty of getting singles and fives, staff only has pesos or they are scared of big bills. Important that people know this, repost on social media. #word


Day 4

1. Another night of tossing and turning (evil AC came back to life).

2. Slow wake-up on balcony. Decide to skip breakfast because lunch will eventually be served, sure sign of laid-back attitude. #jimmybuffett

3. Mom and Tristany and painting ceramics by the pool. Did not see this coming, still fun.

4. With Roni in her room, watching “Lost” with Spanish subtitles. (Surreal, especially the bit with Jack and what’s her name and the camera and the cue cards on the video tape that are still in English because you can’t dub visuals. No one cares about the absurdity but me, story of my life.)

5. Very lazy afternoon. Possibly missed lunch as well, but there are vague memories of hotdog consumption. And French fries. I feel good, though. #jamesbrown

6. More swimming, but wise Tristany proclaims that we shouldn’t build another sand village, because the last time we did that the gods were angered and pelting rains intruded. (Her thought process runs pretty deep for a pre-teen.) Good point, sage advice, but if you’re looking for the source of godly displeasure I’d have to finger the stupid American rednecks who are swilling Jack Daniels and peeing in the ocean from the dock. (Idiots + disposable income = still idiots. That’s gotta piss off a god somewhere.)

7. 17-hour decision on whether or not to go into town for dinner.

8. Complete asswipes in the adjacent hotel room keep slamming their front door, 5 times within 3 minutes. What the hell is going on over there?

9. We drive into town, hunt for a seafood restaurant. There are thousands of them, but no one can make a decision. I weep quietly and keep trudging along, an endless string of disappointments.

10. We finally decide to breach Pepe’s fancy dining emporium, the first place that we encountered as we piled out of the taxi centuries ago. The food is tasty and all, but the atmosphere is a bit too foo-foo for me. (Stop waving that 300-dollar bottle of wine around and bring me a beer.)

11. On the way back to the hotel, passed what could possibly be the tiniest Hard Rock Café on the planet. The cramped lobby could only hold three t-shirts and a claustrophobic woman working her rosary beads. Of course, my perceptions could have been distorted by our taxi driver who was trying to kill us, careening down the boulevard like the Gestapo was in hot pursuit.


Day 5

1. Wakeup call from Mom requesting Immodium. Yay.

2. Dawn rents jeep for day-long jaunt, with vaguely defined mission of “seeing what’s on that side of the island”. Sounds fun, still a bit of fear factor.

3. Darrin maneuvering jeep. Fear factor increases, but glad he’s doing it, I would be reduced to a quivering mass if I had the dubious honors. And that would happen before we left the hotel.

4. Stopped at Carlos and Charlies (is that the right name?) with vendors hawking homemade crap, coloring on the tables, line-dancing, temp tattooing, drunk people who want to be friends forever. Fun.

5. Bee sting incident while driving. I didn’t see the bee or the sting, offered comfort and support anyway because not doing so could lead to me in the driver’s seat. Not happening.

6. Cheezy place on beach where we only had one drink, fled as soon as possible, life is too short. (Quick peek into “kitchen hut” revealed potential crime scene, did not ask questions, kept walking.)

7. Another fun place, possibly a tree house, there were a lot of stairs and copious foliage. (“Coconuts”, maybe?) Friendly dogs wandering around wanting pets, some very exuberant parrots, divine guacamole, confusing moment with possible lesbians being possibly kicked out for wanting to show ta-ta’s, lost in translation.

8. Drive back across island.

9. More pool time.

10. Back into town. Margaritaville, chance meeting with Karen and Wade. Dancing with Tristany, appetizer kabob things that made me see Jesus. Issue with one of the bathrooms, didn’t have to go, didn’t care.

11. Home and more reading, still hate that AC.


Day 6

1. Another trip into town before jeep expires, flesh out story of parking-meter thing where we were nearly arrested. Drinking way before noon, don’t judge.

2. Bartering with a man in a little shop a bit off the beaten path, determined to buy a bottle of “margarita-flavored tequila” but not have to sell the house to do it. (Tequila is everywhere in this town, everywhere, but I wanted this particular concoction because a good drug dealer lets you sample the wares and he did and I lusted.) We come to terms. Three seconds later I realize the poor judgment of purchasing a sloshy bowling-ball-sized bottle that I will now have to lug through streets filled with vendors screaming in Spanish and tourists not understanding how to get out of my way, and everyone is sweating.

3. Lunch at another place where the food is cheap and delicious, watching the birds steal goodies from recently-vacated tables, realization that I am not ready to go home, first time in many vacations. I’m usually yearning to be in my own bed way before the departure flight, but something about this place, this island, that blue, blue water, speaks to me…


And with that, despite two more days of running amuck, my notes abruptly ended. I’m guessing I became much more interested in living the moments rather than recording them. Still, each little notation, despite the sometimes cryptic brevity, brings back a flood of imagery, planting the story seeds. And so it goes…



Originally posted in “Bonnywood Manor” on 01/05/15. Extremely minimal revisions made for this post (I changed one word, done). Photo: A monkey on a wall on the top of the Rock of Gibraltar. It’s not Cozumel, but the thematic symbolism felt rather apt for this Cozumel lark…


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  1. Day 1 – item #10: Wheelchair breakdown? Uh…okay more commentary on that one. Titillating, no follow-thru – do tell..(well if it isn’t uber creepy stalker type request)
    Day 4 – item # 7: This type of thing is standard on any family vacation, ANYWHERE. A good reason I don’t vacation with my tribe. They like a lot of food I find ‘icky’ and I like food they find “weird”. Hey! Seafood (fresh seafood) is a winner ANYWHERE..stop sniping and you get a cheeseburger and let me have my lobster!! No need for ANY debate IMHO..
    Day 5 – item #1: Hey! One can NEVER EVER have too much Immodium. EVER. I found this out last night when I ran out and well..the details don’t need to be shared here… Sympathies to your mom!

    Heh. I love your idea of a little notebook to jot down pertinent moments which could be used later to sow seeds with.. However since the Great Canadian Debacle-cation of ’16; I DOUBT I’ll ever leave my comfy enabling home again…at least not with familia. I have been made aware that I’m not the only one who came away from that one muttering about genetics, family trees and poor choices in partners sometimes when deciding to marry/mate. There’s been a distinct chill in the air from the brothers and their wives since then…

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    • My youngest sister has been confined to a wheelchair due to a massive stroke in her Twenties. If memory serves on this incident, I believe one of the wheels made a break for freedom and we had to rig things up a bit…

      I just don’t grasp why some people can take years to decide on what to eat. I guess I don’t feel their pain, as I am always able to find SOMETHING at any restaurant we visit so I usually don’t care where we go…

      As for our family adventures, well, there is always at least one major controversy on every trip. We simply cannot behave in a decent manner for longer than two hours…


  2. Tristany sounds like a fun sandcastle building buddy.
    My favorite part of any vacation is trying new foods and people watching, but a walk along the beach is a lovely bonus. Sounds like you had a great time, despite the evil a/c and ice cream snafu.

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    • Cozumel is wonderful, and it’s a completely different world from Cancun, even though the two are just across the water from one another. I relish trying new foods as well, but there are certain family members who have no will to live unless they can have a cheeseburger every day… 😉

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  3. Umm, I thik I’m having a moment – I KNOW I read this recently (not in 2015) – have you linked to it in some other post?. This is going to keep me awake all night now……aaaargh.
    And yes, you have weird, wacky and wonderfully wild thoughts.

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  4. Oh the glories of a glimpse into the workings of a savage mind. For me, I carry a dictaphone – honestly …. not only does it capture the ramblings of a discursive mind but it acts as a kind of force field if I don’t feel like making any conversation with strangers.

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    • While I would appreciate the force-field aspect, I’m not sure that I could swing the dictaphone angle. Hearing my own voice makes me feel distinctly uncomfortable for some reason. (Unless there’s been drinking, natch…)

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      • Actually, I hate my voice too …. I sound like my mother which is moderately uncomfortable. You could always pick up an old one and pretend to talk into it for the force-field effect but write the notes in your notebook (which looks far more writerly anyway) … in this way you have style and incognito points

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  5. I love that you said “Go into town for dinner” because I grew up saying this because we lived in the country. “Go to town” was just common verbiage for me and when I say it now, my hubby makes fun of me. Lin, we are in town. This is also a 17 hour debacle for me… but most of my blog ideas are starting to revolve around poop.

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    • I have quite a few phrases from my own misguided youth that I have never managed to discard, as my more sophisticated friends are quick to point out with a bit more glee than supposed good friends should have… 😉

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  6. I am dying laughing up here! Redneck on airplane. How many times has that happened to me? More than enough. And it’s worse if it’s a coughing, sneezing wipe nose on sleeve redneck and you can’t get away. I await a story about your experience! 🙂 Hammock of love! Snort. That conjures too many images to list.

    And the (bad) food experiences when traveling. Also to many to name. Many like something out of the Exorcist. This is such a great post! Love, love, love it

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  7. Writing ideas do come from some of the strangest places. Scenes, songs, other stories…thanks for sharing your story. I hope you’ll be able to putting these ideas into a story some day.

    By the way, you might be interested in our Writers Club. It offers free editing for members, and you get a copy of Ryan Lanz’s “The Idea Factory” writing prompt book. If you ever run out of ideas, the prompts are sure to give you a few more. 🙂

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