Ted sat on a grassy hill, seeking inspiration for his writing. The sunset painted streaks of red and orange into the spring sky. The birds cawing above sounded like the most beautiful melody. The waves crashing on the beach put him at ease. The cool breeze against his skin soothed his aching joints. Ted took a deep breath, savoring the sensations.
Then, a stroke of genius hit him.
“Today, my kitty meowed so weirdly, I thought he wanted to go to Pluto. ‘Take me with you, please!’ I thought. The story will blow your mind.”
Nobody said writing is easy.
Then, a stroke of genius hit him.
“Today, my kitty meowed so weirdly, I thought he wanted to go to Pluto. ‘Take me with you, please!’ I thought. The story will blow your mind.”
Nobody said writing is easy.
