You spend some time with Minnie, help her find me, and chat with me about why I haven't written in over a month. You also share your thoughts on the Worm Olympics.
Yes... we need the Worm Olympics with Beetle Marathon Races on the side. I can't wat to read about what happens with Minnie and her 3 mates and how her mother's curse is lifted.
I find myself sitting back at my desk with something soft rubbing on my bare ankles I look down at a bunch of bunnies 🐰 som with floppy ears some with pointy ears. One is adamantly telling me about the beetles being upset about not being invited to the worm Olympics 😒 . I realize Mia's plot bunnies somehow followed me home. Shooing my own plot bunnback into the corners since they started creeping out to visit the new comers .I push Mia's tword the door that with a shake of my favorite pen wand opens back on Mias door step I usher the plot bunnie Warren back through. One tea cup lopp can't get over the rise so I lift it into my palm and it whispers into my ear about Minnie's nerd mate getting attached to a fuzzy and needing Mia's help . But somehow ending up being able to hear the fuzzine thoughts from the on .I tell the little bunnie she has to tell that to the right author and knock-on the cabin door it swings open again.
"Mia.. you seem to have misplaced your plot bunnies " I call loudly
You poke your head from a door that I assume is your writing cave. " I wondered where those ran off to"
I place the teacup lopp into your hand its still whispering plot but I have been ignoring it.
"This one seems pretty adamant" I point at the other one pulling on your shoe going on about beetles 🪲 😳. "That one too" I shrugg and laugh.
You shake your head and giggle " plot bunnies can't live with them or without them right "
"You got that right" I grin " you can hop on over and see me anytime if you need a break or help wrangling them 😉 but I got to get home to my own hubby who may or may not be a wolf dragon hybrid.. glad to have you back darling 😘 "
I am left surrounded by plot bunnies. A few start playing tag. One checks if the couch is edible. Another curls up on my lap, fast asleep, and I thread my fingers through its soft fur. "Thank you," I whisper, hoping you know how grateful I am. My mind is now flooded with creative ideas and my fingers hit the keyboard, typing away as a new story unfolds.
For the record, I hope you're feeling better at this point (catching up on my reading here). And that cottage in the forest sounds amazeballs. Are you taking AirBnB reservations? LOL
Love the wotm.olympics
Yes... we need the Worm Olympics with Beetle Marathon Races on the side. I can't wat to read about what happens with Minnie and her 3 mates and how her mother's curse is lifted.
Oooh Beetle Marathon, I love that!
I find myself sitting back at my desk with something soft rubbing on my bare ankles I look down at a bunch of bunnies 🐰 som with floppy ears some with pointy ears. One is adamantly telling me about the beetles being upset about not being invited to the worm Olympics 😒 . I realize Mia's plot bunnies somehow followed me home. Shooing my own plot bunnback into the corners since they started creeping out to visit the new comers .I push Mia's tword the door that with a shake of my favorite pen wand opens back on Mias door step I usher the plot bunnie Warren back through. One tea cup lopp can't get over the rise so I lift it into my palm and it whispers into my ear about Minnie's nerd mate getting attached to a fuzzy and needing Mia's help . But somehow ending up being able to hear the fuzzine thoughts from the on .I tell the little bunnie she has to tell that to the right author and knock-on the cabin door it swings open again.
"Mia.. you seem to have misplaced your plot bunnies " I call loudly
You poke your head from a door that I assume is your writing cave. " I wondered where those ran off to"
I place the teacup lopp into your hand its still whispering plot but I have been ignoring it.
"This one seems pretty adamant" I point at the other one pulling on your shoe going on about beetles 🪲 😳. "That one too" I shrugg and laugh.
You shake your head and giggle " plot bunnies can't live with them or without them right "
"You got that right" I grin " you can hop on over and see me anytime if you need a break or help wrangling them 😉 but I got to get home to my own hubby who may or may not be a wolf dragon hybrid.. glad to have you back darling 😘 "
I am left surrounded by plot bunnies. A few start playing tag. One checks if the couch is edible. Another curls up on my lap, fast asleep, and I thread my fingers through its soft fur. "Thank you," I whisper, hoping you know how grateful I am. My mind is now flooded with creative ideas and my fingers hit the keyboard, typing away as a new story unfolds.
For the record, I hope you're feeling better at this point (catching up on my reading here). And that cottage in the forest sounds amazeballs. Are you taking AirBnB reservations? LOL