🦆 + block of wood =

My evil game plan:

When I tire of writing, I will write about life.

Because writing is life.

What is living but writing your life and living your story.

Clever, eh?

I can also do this with ducks.

Writing is ducks.

Because…

Nuts. That doesn’t work.

But you can weigh a duck next to a woman. If the duck weighs the same as the woman… she’s a block of wood.

And subsequently a witch.

Men are not immune from the irrefutable laws of wooden blocks either.

If a man looks like a block of wood and acts like a block of wood, that means… he’s a man.

It’s science.

So all is fair in love and wood.

And herein lies the lesson…

DadFace Directive

One of the greatest things about writing when you step back…

when you take a deep breath…

and give yourself time to jam.

You realize:

“I can make up everything.”

If you get stuck, you can always take two things that don’t go together. Like overfed ducks, blocks of wood, and skinny women.

Exactly two.

Put them together… and you might just get a witch.

Still my favorite Monty Python bit.

Everest, our Not-So-Great Pyrenees says “Hi!”

Don’t acknowledge her.

—DadFace