Imagine how many of those Derwent Watercolour pencils are inside this trailer!
I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
I'm trying to imagine. :)
ReplyDeleteI never seem to think of things like that. That's why I can't write fiction, they tell me.
I sympathise with you. In my fictional role, I can surmise that a 40ft trailer carries ooh... lots and lots of pencils, huge mounds of them, spiky glories of them cedar-scented, in all those millions of colours my laptop screen claims to be able to display.
ReplyDeleteBut you, in a non-fiction role, would have to phone the company, give the truck's number and time, check out its bill of lading, check whether it's dropped all its cargo and is returning empty...
oh no. fiction and imagining is so much easier. I'll stick to that.
(Let me just say, if she'd seen that truck, she'd have pursued it, murmuring "pencils, pencils.....")
Harness me up - I'm diving in!
ReplyDeleteutter fantabulousness!
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