Today I decided to put on my fashionably high boots. This was an exercise in patience because they are SO HARD to put on. I have to shove my leg in, then wiggle my foot around then tug then wriggle then tug. You know...
So in the middle of it, with one boot on and one boot almost on-- the phone rings. I get up and walk across the wooden floor to answer it. My heels click unevenly. One confident, one dragging.
My writing mind kicks in. This is what a peg leg sounds like.
So I don't answer the phone. I walk around the house until I know how to write down the feeling. I mean... I don't have any plans to write a book about pirates... but you never can be too sure, right?
Wow. It's crazy, this writers life. Hop on over to my other blog for a birthday tribute.. if you'd like.