This weekend, I went to a birthday party for one of my son's school friends. Usually, I don't do birthday parties. My son — socialite he is — receives at least three birthday party invites per month, and since the wife attends all of 'em, because it's the nice thing to do, I've had to make it my policy not to attend any. Hope that doesn't make me out to be a bah-humbug, but calculations indicate that I could easily clock-in up to 15-hours per month doing birthday parties. Um, no thanks.
But for this particular kid, a friend of my son's since birth, I decided to go, and I'm so glad I did. The party was held at Little Buckaroo Ranch. The owners raise horses, and, on the side, host parties. One of the story ideas I've been kicking around involves a ranch. Thing is, I had no idea what a ranch really was, so I'd planned to interview someone who lives on one. This birthday party turned out to be timely, and profitable. Maybe I should reconsider my policy on toddler birthday parties.
Cowboy Bob wasn't so keen to me at first, my asking him questions about his ranch, and what he does all day besides giving birthday parties. But after I explained that I was a children's illustrator/writer, he changed his 'tude. His answers were very insightful, but also changed the direction of my story. One thing he said was so funny, I now have to write my story around his comment. Problem is, I still like my original story idea, so maybe, now have two stories to write.
And, did I mention my recent foray into cowboyhood?