A Class Act

So it was to be an evening of culture and education. A night of discussion about the impact of digital media on filmmaking. We were there early and decided to have a drink in the bar. One minute I was walking and the next I was fighting for balance, as my left foot slid left, and my right one went God knows where. For a brief minute of suspended animation I thought I was safe. Then gravity kicked in and I went down. Hard. There was a collective gasp from the other bar patrons, as I hurried to my feet and pretended I was okay. I could only thank God that my little name tag that said, "Hello, my name is..." was hidden by my jacket. And truly folks this happened before the complimentary wine reception at the end of the evening.

The rest of the evening found my mind wandering to how I could fit that scene into my writing. Weird, but that's what you do when you're a writer. Incorporate your life into your fiction. However, I usually prefer the laughs to be at someone else's expense. But hey, you take your material where you find it and run with it.