Ten writers for children. All with something to say.

5/28/10

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Ralph grabbed a piece of parchment and rolled it until it lay as clean as snow under the yellowed keys. With his glasses set firmly on his nose, and his sweater piled in a heap across his shoulders, he focused his eyes on the blank page before him. One minute passed, then two, then an hour, then three, until the room grew dark with the setting of the sun.

Ralph knew that an idea would come to him, if not today, then tomorrow; if not tomorrow, then next week. It was on the edge of his consciousness and just needed some nurturing. "Time to grow," the book on writing had said. "Yes, time to grow," repeated Ralph, realizing that it was 7:00 p.m. and he still hadn't eaten lunch. He pushed himself away from the dusty typewriter and clomped toward the kitchen. "Tuna fish or pastrami on rye?," he asked his cat, who had decided to join the party now that something interesting was happening.

6 comments:

Christy said...

Love it! If I just eat a little something, I'm sure inspiration will come...

Mark said...

You captured the writer's world perfectly, Diane!

Edie said...

I love this, Diane!

David LaRochelle said...

I wish I always had Ralph's confidence that something will eventually come when I sit down to write! He's a good role model!

Stephanie said...

Love it:)

betsy woods said...

I'm thinking Pastrami on rye.