Monday's post had me reading through the stories I'd written as a child-- and its true what they say: Writing is Therapy. But flipping through my childhood notebook I found a couple of fables. Each of them ended with a famous quote. I realized what Child-Jade was doing: finding quotes and reinterpreting them. This is a fun little exercise on days where you can’t seem to get your head into your WIP, or a creative warm up. Like musicians warm up with their scales, painters warm up with techniques, writers warm up to writing.
Post in the comments what you come up with! Here are mine, circa 2008 (be warned, these are the words and interpretations of a 14 year old!): Every morning and through the afternoon, the squirrel would run and search for nuts. Acorns, walnuts, cashews. High and low, big or small, more and more and more. One day, while on his hunt. The squirrel encountered a simple mouse. “You look tired and thin,” she said. “Why not take a break.” In truth the squirrel was worn out and eyes shown not of health, but weariness. “I cannot,” he said. “I cannot rest now, with my meager supply of nuts while Bird grows full with his spoils.” On this day, when the sun shown dim behind the gray clouds, and the gulls squawked profusely in the sky, the fisherman brought in their weekly catch. The cats that live around the dock would gather, licking their lips and twitching their tail, anticipating a slip of the hand. They sat, peering from behind the posts, and looking down at the plentiful fish as the men worked. On this day, the young cat leaned over the dock just a little too far, ready to steal himself a meal. The men were busy, and despite the growing warnings from the other more experienced, the youth continued his dangerous advance. He knew what he was doing as he reached out a paw to grasp a floundering fish and — SPLASH— into the water he fell. The duck and the swan paddled through the shallows of the pond. They laughed and chattered of their day, gossiping as old gals do. Every morning they’s gather at the pond and share their latest news, and every afternoon, they’d go their separate ways. One day, like every other, they paddled contently in the pond. Like every other day, while the sun was high in the sky, the duck said her good-byes, and took to the sky. Bang! Unlike every day, the duck fell lifeless to the earth. The monkey laughed and played through the trees with his friends. He helped his friends perform tricky tricks, and hugged them when they cried. He also helped the elders gather their food and the younger monkeys climb. Monkey smiled every time they thanked him, loving every moment they were happy.
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