Fiorella walked up to the road at twilight and started looping a long string of tinsel garlands on the trees down into the driveway. The sky was blue-gray, the moon was a smudge of white overhead, and the air was still. Suddenly she realized she was all alone on the darkening road--a situation right out of Forensic Files.
And that, my friends, is how a writer's mind works.
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Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Squeaky Wheels Get Clobbered
Remember Chicken Little--the one who erroneously believed the sky was falling? In re, Fiorella was asked "What if it really were falling?"
Fio's answer was that the state of the sky would be irrelevant because the chicken had already doomed itself by attracting the wolf's attention. Which brings up Fiorella's mother, who taught a mixed message of "Keep your head down" and "Stand out from the crowd." It's all according to the situation, of course, which can be very hard to judge.
Not that any of it matters because if the sky were falling, we'd all be moot.
Fio's answer was that the state of the sky would be irrelevant because the chicken had already doomed itself by attracting the wolf's attention. Which brings up Fiorella's mother, who taught a mixed message of "Keep your head down" and "Stand out from the crowd." It's all according to the situation, of course, which can be very hard to judge.
Not that any of it matters because if the sky were falling, we'd all be moot.
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