This morning a new feeling woke with me. It was Inspiration, for it stung my heart and raced through my veins (leaving, oddly, my brain completely unaffected).
Inspiration told me to start writing: Hell, Sylvia, start with children, the bottom of the totem pole, if you need to. Just start writing! For a moment I disagreed with its suggestion that chidren were easy to write for, but I urged myself to be prudent, to follow instructions from this supreme being, however out of touch with reality it is, what with its own laurel-laced lifestyle.
With Inspiration behind me, nagging me toward creative expression, I will write a medium-length book for attentive and well-behaved children. The book will be called The Tender Lives of Shrimp. Countless and nameless shrimp will be featured in colorful illustrations throughout the book, following my narrative about the brave disinterest which the shrimp possess, especially in the know-it-all face of Inspiration. They have eyes, but they refuse to see much.
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Shrimp? Head-on or headless?
Head on! Head on! I'm writing a moral tale, not a horror tale!
Apply directly to the forehead. Or alternatively, to deep-fried shrimp as a tangy sauce.
I suspect I am being mocked.
Oh, no -- it's just that har gau dumplings are soooo morally uplifting...
Hmmmm.... and I was just wondering what to have for lunch.
Thanks for the inspiration!
Save some for me!
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