I drove. And drove. And drove. And screamed at my child to please stop screaming. Because that made sense at the time. And it rained. And it misted. And the child kept screaming. And I kept driving.
And some day, this will be worked into a story about the first trip I took to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. How I was tempted to just pull off at an exit and settle and call my husband and tell him if he wanted us with him, he'd have to send a plane. How I thought I was going to lose my mind. How it seemed like everyone was playing a big joke on me and there really wasn't a cabin in the woods at all, it was just woods until the road ran into a lake.
My mind does strange things at midnight, in the fog, after being on the road since 9am. With a screaming toddler.
But this is a part of our story now. It will some day be humorous. It's not really funny right now.
But how many of us like to read a book where everything is happy and pleasant all the way through? No good writer creates a storyline like that. A good writer puts in an antagonist. A trouble maker. A rough patch for the character. That's what endears the character to us. That's what gives a chance to root for him.
Without fog, without screaming toddlers, without lost pacis, without broken cigarette lighters which means no DVD player, without miles upon miles upon miles of woods... Our story would be pretty boring.
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