I
love writing for children because it makes my imagination muscles big and
strong. Take for instance last night when my husband gave me a kiss before bed.
(Don't get worried this isn't going anywhere crazy. Imagine the bedroom with
two twin beds, if it helps). Anyhow, something stabbed my lip. Was it a bug with
a sword? Did his nose have a dagger, I
wondered. Had he recently transformed into
a vampire?
The
truth was even scarier- a mutant mustache hair! If you are young, you may not
realize men occasional grow super thick, sharp hairs kind of like Wolverine (of
X-Men fame.) Although, come to think of it, I've only kissed this one man so
it's quite possible this does not happen to all men, and I am in fact
married
to Wolverine.
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Look at those hairs. Being a hippo wife would be tough. (by mzacha via sxc.hu) |
My
flexed imagination leads me to my second thought: would it be better to be
married to a Vampire or to Wolverine? A Vampire may be trying to kill you on
purpose on account of the delicious A positive pumping through your veins
versus Wolverine would likely kill you accidentally when steel blades pop out
of his appendages.
My
imagination is really getting distracted now with a third thought: why is it so
exciting to think of the life or death struggle of being married to a mutant
while being married to someone actually trying to kill you would be totally not
cool?
When
I'm writing, the first thing that comes to mind is often a bit boring. For
example, what's behind the door? (1) The mailman delivering the mail. So I try
a second. (2) A mouse prince scaling the house to rescue a mouse princess. Usually
by the third try I've got a much more interesting and surprising situation,
though I sometimes gets too weird- like: (3) A mutant mustache hair with an
evil plan to make the world hairy!
How
do you stretch your imagination muscles?