Creative writing
It’s that time of the year again. Nanowrimo!
I had this conversation recently with an Englishman.
“What is that?” I point at an arty ceramic toucan.
“It’s a flask or sorts. Purely decorative right now, I can’t quite figure out what to use it for. It holds like half a cup of water or something.”
“Oh you can put flowers in there!”
“I don’t know how to do that. You’d have to know ikebana, wouldn’t you? Look at it, how do you know what flowers would go with it?”
“I’m thinking wild flowers.”
“Are you sure? Wild flowers? Why? One stalk? A bouquet? How many?”
“I just think it’ll look good, y’know,” she waves around the air above the flask like a magician. “To have a lump of flowers here.”
“A lump of flowers?”
“Erm yes.”
“Is that the new collective term for flowers now? A lump?”
“Hey, don’t diss it. I’m a creative writer.”
So there.