Ever heard of Murphy's Law? Well, there are several of them, but let me tell you the one that essentially sums up the rest of them: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. And I was seriously feeling that today. Let me tell you why.
So, near where I live, there is this museum which specializes in photography. They have these HUGE gallerys, filled with photo after photo. You can't go ANYWHERE (yes, even the bathrooms) without there being a photo or two. Or two hundred. I have been wanting to go there for, oh, the past two years or so to look at the pictures. So I finally get to go there today with this cute little black Snoopy notebook of mine. Yes, I have an obsession with a cartoon beagle, but that's beside the point. In this little notebook, I write all my short stories and poems.
I'm not sure about you other writers out there, but I find that truly, a picture is worth a thousand words. They are great inspiration for me; I can take a simple picture and craft a short story or poem around it. Or sometimes, even a novel.
But that's a different story. The point is, I go to this museum of photography expecting to find photos, right?
Except, there were no photos. All the galleries were closed. Every single one. Not a single photograph in that entire place. The ONE day I FINALLY get to go there, and what I am there for is NOT THERE. The person I was going with, who is not actually a writer and didn't really have an interest in the galleries like I did, found this simply, HILARIOUS. Except it WASN'T. Because I was (and still kinda am) SERIOUSLY annoyed.
That Murphy was one smart guy.