I was lucky enough to have my family join me in my hotel room for the last few days of a writer’s conference that took place toward the end of September—then unlucky enough to have to drive home for over an hour in the rain. A couple of days before Hurricane Ian. Have I mentioned that the only thing I abhor more than driving is driving in the rain? Luckily…
STOP.
Stop right there. Why are you still here for this story? Why haven’t you checked out yet?
As the writer of this piece, I’ll assume you care about its conclusion because you want to see what happened to make this scenario go from a total nightmare to a situation that could be proceeded by the word “Luckily.” Happy Ending Butter anticipation.
Maybe you, too, hate driving in the rain. Relatable Butter.
Maybe you’re one of my IRL writer friends who want to read about whatever I have to say. I Like This Character Enough to Watch Her Drive Home in the Rain Butter.
Or maybe you, like all the fellow Central Floridians I’ve met in real life, are obsessed with swapping Hurricane Ian stories.
Really, your reason for staying put doesn’t matter—as long as I can give myself a reason….and have planted at least one thing to make you care about the outcome of this story.