Yesterday, I surprised everyone. Even myself. I woke up at the crack of dawn. 10am. Even the fish were shocked out of their gills. For a sec they stopped breathing. I could tell. The bubbles had stopped.
Well, okay. I exaggerate. Guilty as charged. But………Gotcha!
The first rule in writing is to capture your reader’s attention. No matter how short the attention span. Still, some may stop reading at this point. No worries. However, if they use your page as ‘firewood’ to light their garbage then you have a BIG problemo. Si.
But, chances are that they are still reading. How do I know that? Because curiosity killed the cat. And let’s face it…not everyone is a Kool Kat, my friend. No kiddin’. And please don’t talk about dogs here. Thank you.
kool cool, I genuinely feel for all those who are experiencing freezing temperatures. It was only when I saw my old pal Mr Snowman and his cronies appear here and there in the snow-clad cities that I had a memory jog. Whoosh! I was magically taken back to my childhood.
I still remember with vividness the sight of everything covered in white as I peeked out from my bedroom window. We siblings squealed in delight as we donned our woollies and speedily stepped into snug snowshoes. We dashed out the front door and a gust of bitterly cold air smacked us in the face. Undaunted, we bravely plodded on.
Yay! Hurrah. Thrill. Excitement. We tugged tighter at our mohair mittens, pulled our furry berets further down to cover the ears and twined and twisted scarves around to snuggle our chins. Brr. We froze. Yet we smiled. We were supremely happy.
Our eyes shone with smug satisfaction as we looked at the snowman we had built. He now wore a hat and scarf. Perfect. The perfect man – as we youngsters thought. Ah, the joys of childhood. Innocence. Sigh.
And, now that I am older I have learnt that there is no such thing as the perfect man. Sigh. Does he exist? Did he ever exist? You tell me.
Maloquacious © 2012