A local police chase ended around noon, when a pair of auto thieves rammed into another car at an intersection a few blocks away from my house. Officers quickly apprehended one of the suspects, but the other one fled and began jumping fences. The police set up a perimeter, one leg of which ended at the foot of our driveway. When I poked my head out to see what was going on, a boyish-looking officer ordered me to stay inside the house and lock all doors. Minutes later, a police chopper began buzzing our house.
Of course, I was thrilled by the ruckus. It offered me a rare opportunity to put our overpriced, high-tech security system to good use. As my husband looked on with a bemused expression, I ran around the house like a jumpy little chicken hawk, arming doors while monitoring the progress of the police chase on an iPad pressed to my ear. Then I reviewed every angle of the house from the camera monitor, to make sure no one had snuck in when we weren't looking. Leaving nothing to chance, I grabbed our Flat-coated retriever to do a perimeter check. (Our dog MacGregor is totally untrained and exuberantly friendly, but I figured he'd at least throw me a warning bark if he sniffed out a car thief.) We watched from the third-floor balcony as police searched our neighbors' yards.
In the end, they caught the bad guy hiding inside a garage a couple of doors down from ours.
The whole time the manhunt was going on, I was making notes and taking pictures, trying to preserve the finer details in my writer's memory.
Maybe my excitement over the manhunt episode had nothing to do with being a writer--maybe it was just a sign that I need to get out more. I should take up some adrenaline-pumping sport, like sky-diving.
Or what if I tried, say, sky-diving from a police helicopter? That would be exciting.
Right. I definitely need to get out more.
What about you? Do you find yourself enjoying the random bits of excitement you encounter during your everyday life, just so you can "use" them as fodder for writing?