This is what happened when my husband asked my brother if he knew how to fix a leaky bathtub faucet.
It started simply enough. My husband asked the dreaded question and my brother responded with "Oh hell, that's easy."
Ten minutes later they snapped a plastic piece in the middle of the faucet. "Oh that will be easy to fix. We'll go to Home Depot and pick up a new piece."
But of course, it wasn't that easy. They needed to replace the entire fixture, which meant taking down part of the surround. Then there was another problem and part of the drywall needed to be cut out. This is when I left the house with my SIL and the kids. By the time we got home, all the drywall was gone and they had the water in the entire house turned off.
One more trip to the store for a blow torch, solder and copper caps. Well, now the pipes have been capped off so the water can be turned back on in the house and we are waiting for the plumber.
I started thinking about it and you know my writing often starts with a simple question. Ecstasy Lake was created during a walk down an Algonquin trail, and I wondered what kind of shifters might live in that forest.
Much like a simple question about a dripping faucet, one question led to another and then another. Each time I decided an answer it lead to another deeper question and required me to dig further.
Toronto is known to be a melting pot for all sorts of cultures, and I like the idea of Ecstasy Lake reflecting that. So far we have met, wolves, tigers, selkies, a faery and lots of people who haven't yet told me all their secrets.
But, why would a variety of different shapeshifters be drawn to this small town.
A haven or sanctuary for those who need it, perhaps?
But, what would draw these different creatures to this particular spot?
From here I started making notes and notes and more notes. The deeper I dig the more questions I have and the more secrets I learn.
Now creating a story is something I look forward to. Fixing my bathroom...not so much. I was hoping for some bit of hidden mystery caught in the wall but sadly there was nothing... But, what if there had been something in there?
Let's have some fun with this. How about you comment below, and tell me what you think I could have found in there. I really need the distraction or I start planning retribution for the abuse against my bathroom. :)
I'll wait until 11:59 on the 31st and then draw a name from all the comments. The winner will recieve their choice of one of my Ecstasy Lake books. Caress of Fur, Embraced by Fur or Wrapped in Fur.