Beached Writer

Sand between the toes, most higher brain functions turned off. We’re enjoying a week on Padre Island with #1 Daughter, aka the Organizer, and the grandkids. The two-year-old, who is clearly preparing to raid and loot the world, demands shark and alligator videos whenever we’re inside. But the six-year-old has discovered the joy of personalized stories, and my fiction muscles are getting a workout with contriving new installments for the tale of the Little Boy, Mr. Pelican, Mr. Crab, the Magic Shell, the Careless Mermaid, the Seaweed King, and the Army of Jellyfish.

Next week I shall, with some regret, return to some version of reality and the problem of entertaining a more demanding audience.

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  1. I think I would like to read a story about Little Boy, Mr. Pelican, Mr. Crab, the Magic Shell, the Careless Mermaid, the Seaweed King, and the Army of Jellyfish.

  2. The Careless Mermaid and the Seaweed King does make a pretty good title. I miss beaches.

    1. You’re right! It would be a good title, wouldn’t it? Now all I need to do is come up with a plot that doesn’t rely entirely on the preternatural cleverness and heroic courage of a six year old boy…

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