Your illustration inspired me to write the start of a story today!
It was Wednesday morning, and Fabio the lion was putting two slices of bread in the toaster. He ate eggs on toast yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. He liked eggs on toast, but today didn't feel like an eggs on toast kind of day. He wanted something new. A food adventure! He asked himself, "What is something different I could try today?" And that's when he discovered a shop around the corner that sold special sauce. Creamy, tangy, marvelous special sauce. He devoured the special sauce and enjoyed licking the sauce mustache off of his face when he was done eating. On Thursday, as he put two slices of bread in the toaster, he wondered what his eggs on toast would taste like if he put special sauce on top. He had to try it... Amazing! But tomorrow, he'd go back to regular eggs on toast. Special sauce was special, right? On Friday, Fabio the lion brought back a whole bucket full of special sauce... (to be continued).
Fabio was working at the shop but found himself thinking about what to write tonight. He was working hard but but his heart was only half into it. He asked himself, 'What does this mean?' to which he only got half an answer. When he came home he went straight to his desk using bits and pieces of his day to compose his daily piece. Fabio, quite pleased with the outcome has one regret. That he should have taken side notes of what he was thinking about writing while he was at work.
Your illustration inspired me to write the start of a story today!
It was Wednesday morning, and Fabio the lion was putting two slices of bread in the toaster. He ate eggs on toast yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. He liked eggs on toast, but today didn't feel like an eggs on toast kind of day. He wanted something new. A food adventure! He asked himself, "What is something different I could try today?" And that's when he discovered a shop around the corner that sold special sauce. Creamy, tangy, marvelous special sauce. He devoured the special sauce and enjoyed licking the sauce mustache off of his face when he was done eating. On Thursday, as he put two slices of bread in the toaster, he wondered what his eggs on toast would taste like if he put special sauce on top. He had to try it... Amazing! But tomorrow, he'd go back to regular eggs on toast. Special sauce was special, right? On Friday, Fabio the lion brought back a whole bucket full of special sauce... (to be continued).
Fabio was working at the shop but found himself thinking about what to write tonight. He was working hard but but his heart was only half into it. He asked himself, 'What does this mean?' to which he only got half an answer. When he came home he went straight to his desk using bits and pieces of his day to compose his daily piece. Fabio, quite pleased with the outcome has one regret. That he should have taken side notes of what he was thinking about writing while he was at work.
Good question, Adam.