While in the McDonald’s drive thru the other night, I noticed a bumper sticker on the car in front of me. It read “Michelle Bachmann for President.” My first thought was “Oh my God, I can’t believe someone would stick that on that poor person’s car!”
My second thought was “Ew. They put that on their own car.”
Then something strange happened. I was filled with elation.
You see, I was writing a book. I got like 10 chapters or so into it before scrapping it, deciding I had gone in the wrong direction. But there was more to it than that. The book was essentially fueled by the state of affairs of the Bush administration. Then, Obama got elected. And I’ve had writers block since Inauguration Day.
But this bumper sticker triggered something in me. It caused the outrage that I usually feel towards total and utter stupidity, and it made me want to work on my book for the first time in years. So I went out and bought a new notebook and some pens, and started notes for reworking the book.
It’s a little thing, I suppose. But it made me feel good.
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” ~Vladimir Nabakov
