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.
~Suzy
"Peg Leg Suzy..",,,sounds like a country song to me.
ReplyDeleteHehe. I can totally picture you doing this.
ReplyDeleteHa! Hahahaaa! Love it. Seriously.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should borrow a pair of my wife's boots and try this.
Um...never mind. I think I'll just imagine the whole peg leg thing. Or ask you about it sometime.
*shifty*
You crack me up.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHA! I do THAT TOO!!!
ReplyDeleteI was walking across my back deck the other morning and the sun was liquid on my skin. The feeling was amazing. Like... fresh only far better. I really wake up to a beautiful day. I went and wrote about it until I was sure I'd captured the moment. Meanwhile my kids are standing in the kitchen saying, Mommy? Are you going to make breakfast yet?" Oh. Right. Breakfast :)
I love that you didn't answer the phone.
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