Recently our city decided to install a Michigan Left Turn intersection at 96th Street and Allisonville Road. This is an intersection that has a lot of traffic and somebody that I suspect consumed a lot of grain alcohol decided the best way to address it was with this peculiar driving experience. If you have not encountered a Michigan Left, let me describe it for you.
You come upon an intersection where you want to make a left turn. Your instinct will be to actually go left. This would be wrong. You instead must turn right. After turning right, you must get in the left lane and proceed to another stop light. Once there, you’re grumbling about the stupidity of this method of traffic management and you wait for the light to turn green. Once it is green, you make a U-turn and now you’re headed in the direction you want to go. However, there’s a good chance you will have to stop at the original intersection one more time.
So, let’s sum it up. What once took one light and one turn now takes 3 lights, one turn, plus a u-turn. And people from Michigan actually want to attach their name to this nonsense?
Sometimes writing is like that. You come to an intersection in the plot and you want to go left. But, the characters, or the setting, or the muse*** tells you to go all sorts of places in order to get where you want to go.
That’s why it takes so long to write a book sometimes. Sometimes you get stuck in a literary Michigan Left. I’m happy to report I’m out of the the figurative and literal Michigan Left. Look for some free fiction in tomorrow’s post.
Carry on, Citizens!
***About the concept of the muse. Many writer’s believe in a muse that gives inspiration, creativity, ideas, and whatnot. I do not believe in the muse. I do, however, have a wooden elephant from Thailand named Sid. Sid often tells me to kill characters he doesn’t like. I also have a variety of bobblehead dolls in my office that routinely shout out advice or criticism. Reggie Wayne bobblehead is constantly pressuring me to write a football book. And the Indianapolis Indians mascot Rowdie bobblehead is always pushing for steamy love scenes. And finally, I always know when it’s time to quit for the day, because my dog Gizmo will actually shut my laptop screen when he’s had enough. It’s a great place to work.