Other than the MONSTROUS heat wave turning New York City into a large oven, I didn’t think I’d encounter any MONSTERS over the weekend, but…. Surprise, surprise, MONSTERS lurk in plain sight.
On Saturday, I was having lunch with a friend after we attended a daytime Tango dance. We went to a very nice Spanish restaurant on 19th Street. This time of year a salad and a glass of white Sangria is the perfect weekend lunch. We sat at the bar because the bartender is very nice and seems to know when to chat and when to walk away and let us enjoy our girl talk.
I was thinking about which salad to order and whether, given the extreme heat, I’d be better off with an iced tea, when I looked up and found myself face-to-face with a monster. No, the bartender did not turn out to be a werewolf — although he does have a very impressive mustache. No, I was facing the neatly arranged bottles and was eye level with a giant octopus on a bottle of rum.
The label read KRAKEN and the drawing of the giant sea beast reminded me of 17th century sailing maps. The bottle, an updated version of an old, pirate movie bottle o’ rum shape, was pretty cool too. I briefly considered a rum drink, just to try it, but I wanted to have steady sea legs to walk home.
I’d never thought about writing a sea creature story, but that giant octopus was talking to me and he wasn’t saying grilled pulpo for dinner. In fact, the more I ponder the possibilities as I write this post, the more likely a tale of tentacles, is to become a reality.
Back in May I pondered the vacation plans of vampires in a blog post here and wrote a story a few weeks later. That bottle of rum may yet yield a monstrous tale.
The next time a writer complains to me about time spent blogging or the next time I think — oh, I should be working on something else right now — I’m going to remember that monster of the deep and feel inspired to write a story.
Monsters and story ideas lurk in plain sight. And blogging is not a waste of time.