I have been stirring the cauldron of creativity this weekend. Reviewing past works, and taking a stab at new ones. Believe it or not, two of the items listed below are previously-written tales that need more words! I know! So shocking, that in my past, I was succinct, concise, terse, and to-the-point. With less descriptive language.
Bubbling to the top of the almost-ready-to-submit stew are:
PEEPS Gone Wild: a little story I shared here concerning mysterious appendages on Snowman PEEPS. If you remember, the picture left nothing to the imagination as to why they were such merry gentleMEN.
The Free Hairwad Hot Tub: a story I may or may not have posted, about Hick's plan to install a free hot tub. In the garage.
Locked Up! the story of the change in classrooms that resulted after my fall/rise from biology teacher to at-risk mentor, and the ensuing generosity of a particular colleague. NOT!
When Chipmunks Attack: a reminder that ground squirrels are most comfortable on the GROUND, and that cats can climb trees. And a tetanus shot needs a booster every ten years.
Yes, I am preparing to shove my baby birds out of the nest later tonight. I'm hoping they soar. But I'll repair their broken bodies if they take a nosedive. Allow them some time to convalesce after reconstructive surgery. Then push them out of the nest again. Maybe I'll make them learn how to ride a bicycle, just so I can force them to get back on when they crash. Or enroll them in rodeo school, so I can require them to get right back on the horse that throws them. Or serve them some milk, knowing full well that they will spill it, and decree that there's no use crying. Or, if I'm in a particularly festive mood, I'll give them something to cry about.
Such a big step, sending my literary babies out into the world. Stand back, while I slice this apron string.
Or you can shoot them full of steroids and get them all pumped up and muscular, then you can badger them until they go out and bully other writers' stories.
ReplyDeleteYay for you! Go for it! I would like to consider the hot tub story.
ReplyDeleteIs this knife you're honing for the Peeps Gone Wild?????
ReplyDeleteHurray for Ms. Val! Look how far you've come since you met some wacky, but encouraging writers, and especially we St. Louie area ones!
ReplyDeleteI hope you "birds" fly back to you with fat checks in their beaks.
ReplyDeleteI am intrigued. A free hottub? In a garage? For the ambience, I suppose. He Who almost scored a free hottub, but, we don't have a garage. I say almost. He didn't get it, there was a little matter of tax evasion and a suicide. The hottub was siezed, along with all the other assets the man was giving away ...... Feel free to use this in your story. I can't, as it is local lore.
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteI hope your baby birds are keeping their court-ordered appointments with their counselors.
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Linda,
Consider it done! And be careful what you wish for.
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Leenie,
Those PEEPS would be hurtin' for certain. But alas, I already ingested their anatomically-correct bodies.
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Becky,
I have walked 10,000 miles in the moccasins of others, after starting the journey with a single step. Yes. There is much encouragement and assistance available. And pokes from sharp sticks as well. You'd think some were all pumped up on steroids...
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Stephen,
Wouldn't that be a nice way to feather my nest? However...I am content with sticks and straw.
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Kathy,
Well, that ALMOST is like the old dude on the insurance commercial, dangling a dollar at the end of a fishing pole.
I'm sure all of your stories are great! And will find a home. You're way too funny.
ReplyDeleteLynn,
ReplyDeleteYou are very kind. Like liver-and-onions, Milwaukee's Best beer, and caviar on toast points...I am an acquired taste.