I do. Hidden. No, I haven’t hidden my homework. That’s the subject. And it has been. Hidden. As hidden as a very hidden thing in Hiddenville.
I have been searching for inspiration like Sir Galahad on the quest for the Holy Grail…
|By Alice Popkorn|
only with less success. And no maidens in distress. Except for me.
This morning, I decided to give up, slink into class and make myself as small as possible so Roddy might not notice I was there.
Half and hour later, inspiration came while waiting at traffic lights, not thinking about anything in particular.
Creative Writing: How to find inspiration #37b: Stop looking for it.
DAMN YOU, INSPIRATION!
Now I’m going to have to write something.