
Deep, Deep Inside The Creative Processes Of A Truly Brilliant and, more importanly, Articulate Writer
Lemme think. There’s this all-encompassing metaphor taking shape in my brain, like the iceberg that nailed the Titanic. It’s about 50% fluid, but it has some allusions to wood, no, make that the animal kingdom...minks with chastity belts, zebras wearing condoms, rats in sheep's clothing - no, no, Let's have another Lone Star dear...
I think I’ve got it. It’s…uhm (where have I seen that lately?)…uh, uh, UH – “An ARMADILLO with tire marks!” No, no, no, too Texan, maybe a possum, yeah, a POSSUM, let's score with the midwest focus groups, a possum with FINGERNAIL POLISH! Yes, Yes, harder, harder…no, no, it’s not quite right, possums don’t have fingernails, they have claws, way too threatening. Shall we have a mimosa?
Let’s try a PIG, yes, that would be delightful and, by George, I THINK I’VE GOT IT! A pig with moustache wax! Yeah! I can just picture that walking pork chop thinking he’s cool, putting Dapper Dan pomade on his whiskers - wait a minute, pigs don’t have whiskers, I can’t ask my readers, my beloved readers, to make that big (or should that be “wide?”) a leap of faith. I do like the pig though, let me think, some more tequila, darling, yes, thank you.
Where was I? Cattle, cosmetics, let me sleep on it.
7:40:50 AM
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