Wednesday, April 16, 2014

You Almost Got Fanny Hugg

Alas, my creativity has ebbed. Seems like only a few moments ago it was flowing out my fingertips in comment responses. But now it has forsaken me. The genie is out of the bottle, and it ain't goin' back in. I guess the bottle of the creativity genie does not bear the slightest resemblance to the bottle of Major Nelson's Jeannie.

It's a shame, too. I was all set to tell you a little story about Fanny Hugg. Doesn't that make you want to run out with buckets and bowls and saucepans and spittoons and chamber pots, to capture the fast-flowing lost creativity of Val before it seeps into the ground, down to the creativity table, where it will remain until tapped by a well drilled by someone in desperate need of creativity? Like Val!

If only I could store my creativity in Tupperware in my neighbor's freezer until I need it. Then I wouldn't have to worry about losing too much creativity, and being rendered dry and droll like a Backroads Hick.

Perhaps I should write my posts before tending to comments.


  1. I have a document file where I write down blogging ideas to be used when my creative well runs dry. Maybe this would work for you, even though you have your marvelous family to inspire you.

  2. It is a great title, I'm guessing the creativity will be back shortly.

  3. Fanny Hugg? Does that mean that someone in the gas station got way too close to your posterior and ...?

    Or do you have a tale to tell about Fanny Flagg's cousin, Fanny Hugg?

    I will wait--on pins and needles--for this story.

  4. But it faded in the night
    Like a poem I meant to write.
    And the leaves that are green turn to brown.

    The above doesn't sound nearly as intriguing as, "You Almost Got Fanny Hugg."

  5. Stephen,
    I have a document file where I write down ideas when I have too many. Just so I don't forget. Which is kind of opposite of having ideas for when I don't have ideas.

    Some day you're going to get a little Fanny.

    No. That happens in the dead-mouse-smelling post office. I don't know about Fanny Hugg's relations. Watch out for while you wait on your bed of pins and needles.

    Not everyone has a Fanny Hugg in their life.