zoning out

Zoning out #AtoZChallenge – Peculiar ‘Pen fellows’ – Quirks only a writer can understand

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ZZoning out 

Today’s letter was always going to be a challenge (though I’m thrilled I made it to the end) because zoning out isn’t exclusive to writers. Our minds wander, it’s just the way it is. Sometimes we zone out by choice, by necessity, or because we don’t even realise we’re doing it. 

I’m a dreamer by nature so, writing brain aside, my mind often drifts! My dad used to call me square eyes, a moniker I earned because of how often I used to lose myself in a television show. Though, since I inherited that particularly trait from him…pot meet kettle.  

There are times when it’s not always safe to allow my thoughts to drift. Like zoning out in the driver’s seat and being forced to listen to an active conversation between the characters in my head. I tend to play music or make a point of noticing the potential hazards in front of me – a trick I learned to switch mental gears. 

Even when I began to write this post my mind started to wander, or perhaps I should say one of my characters decided he could provide an excellent example and, yep, total zone out. 

So, I’m going to end with a brief scene, a snapshot that wouldn’t stop looping in my brain until I wrote it down. 

Justin felt a thread pull on his subconscious. He started to follow it, and then caught the pretty, sweet scent of jasmine and his thoughts changed direction. Images bombarded his mind; silky red hair, fire shooting from ice-blue eyes and smooth dark skin he knew would feel divine against his.   

He took a deep breath, the smell of leather invading his senses. The images scattered again, a memory filtering through, one of heat and pain, and a mortal wound to his pride. 

This time, he followed the thread, or he started to. Something wet and warm against his lips finished the job. It was accompanied by a smacking sound that slapped his senses right back into him. 

Scowling, he eyed his two co-workers, Suez and JJ, who were staring back at him with twin expressions of amusement. 

“Welcome back, kid,” JJ said, letting loose his grin. 

Justin ignored him and turned to Suzannah. “Please tell me you’re the one who kissed me.” 

“I can’t believe you would insult me when I’ve just done my best work,” she said, her gaze dropping to his chest. 

He looked down to the row of neat stitches across his shoulder, evidence that he should have kept his mind on the road. If it hadn’t been for his leathers, he would have required a lot more than Suzannah’s fair hand. 

When he glanced back up, JJ was making a kissy face at him. “Come on, sweet cheeks. You’re good as new,” he said, patting Justin on the head. 

Moving in a fluid motion, and ignoring the pull on his stitches, Justin dodged the hand and leaned in to peck Suzie on the cheek. “You rock, Suez.” 

The delightful sound of her laughter followed him across the room. But she wasn’t amused by his words, or by the fact he was chasing JJ across command central. No, she roared her amusement the moment Justin came to an abrupt stop, like he’d hit a wall, instead of caught sight of her new assistant. 

Damn, the fiery red head is going to kill me. Nodding in her direction, as though he hadn’t made a complete fool out of himself, he dashed after JJ, determined to take his frustrations out on the clown. 

Thanks for stopping by

Mel

 

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