Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Writing Pause for Paws


I'm working on a story.

I'm sitting dutifully at my desk and my fingers are tapping out words.

Out of the corner of my eye, I sense something waving at me.

Squirrel.

Having a picnic on the deck.

Making a bigga mess.

What was I doing
What was I thinking
Where was I . . .?


9 comments:

  1. Aww, that little squirrel is so cute! Good luck finding where you left off... :)

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  2. He, or she, is just too cute not to notice.

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  3. Maybe you should write a story about Squirrel!

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  4. I definitely understand the feeling! We have the cutest chipmunks in our yard...

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  5. I'm wondering about the frequency of the squirrels...they must find you intriguing as well.

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  6. I really do think this squirrel is your muse.

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  7. Maybe he'd like to be in your book? or he wants to kinow the end of the story before anyone else? I'd like to live in a place where squirrels could visit me..

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  8. This post is amusing. :-)

    What a little tease! I think he's observing you.

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