Grist for the Mill (by Hannah Alexander)

There was a sudden, repeated jangle of the doorbell–not once but many times. Then came a pounding at the front door at our house yesterday. Someone was yelling, but I couldn’t hear what she said.

I was, of course, in one of the most compromising positions, inside the bathroom next to that front door, with no robe with which I could dress myself to answer the door, and then there was more pounding, louder and louder and more aggressive. I had no idea what to do and no idea who could possibly be trying to break into our house unless it was a neighbor in trouble.

I didn’t know if Mel could even hear the noise, but it was loud enough that in a few seconds I heard him talking to someone at the front door.

I waited until she left before coming out in my inappropriate sleepwear. “What on earth?” I asked Mel, who had managed to throw his jeans on.

“It was the police.” He shook his head in disgust. “I’m wanted at work.”

“What? And they couldn’t pick up the phone and call you from the hospital? They had to call the police on you?” He was on call, for Pete’s sake, not obligated to be on duty at the hospital at that moment.

At this abrupt and very rude summons, he went to work.

And no, this isn’t fiction. It’s certainly grist for my fiction mill, but it happened yesterday morning. Someone couldn’t find our home phone number–though Mel always sees to it that the number is right there at the desk–and Mel’s cell was going straight to voice mail for some reason. The person in charge ordered them to call the police on my husband. I’m hoping that Mel made it clear that this was not to happen again.

But this incident will become grist for the mill in our next novel–or the next. We’ve learned how to take bad experiences and simply turn them into something creative. Writing helps calm me when I have an experience like this. So many of the scenes in our books have a lot of moments of truth in them–honed from experience.

How about you? Is life taking a turn sideways for you? You can stew about it the way I did too much yesterday, or you can create something different out of it. You can imagine how the situation might have been handled differently, or you could take steps to make sure that the same thing doesn’t happen again. We’re short-timers now here, so when we’re living in the Wyoming Rockies and hiking those trails, this experience will be a thing of the past. If nothing else, when bad things happen, try to focus on things that make you happy.

Um, I think it’s time to take my blood pressure again. Have a great week!



About alexanderhodde

I love to write, I love to read (in that order) and I love to hike. My husband loves to fly remote control model airplanes, when he can get them into the air.
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4 Responses to Grist for the Mill (by Hannah Alexander)

  1. LOL. Had to laugh at the way you turned the tables on the incident. Reminds me of the tee shirt my daughter bought me that reads “Watch out or you might end up in my novel.” that applies to our lives also. 🙂


  2. Carol aka froggie Anfinson says:

    Ok funny.,always hang a robe on the bathroom door…😂


  3. Yes, you tell me this now. LOL I have one in every other bathroom.


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