Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s internet friends, the Lisa, has sent the Manolo the desperate missive.
Manolo!! Help me! I am the professor currently writing a book about ethics. I live in the mouldering old house in the historic district, with the beautiful crown mouldings of This Old Housedom. But today starts the workmen! As the Manolo would say “Ayyyyyyyyyy”. They are cutting holes in walls, stomping in and out. Go to campus and deal with yucky colleagues? In summer? Or listen to my lovely little house being destroyed? I am going CRAAAAAAZY. Please suggest some ultra-super fantasy shoes for daydreaming soon. Love your blog and your philosophy, Lisa.
Ayyyy! The Manolo knows exactly how frustrating it is to be working hard to avoid work, only to have the real work done by the workmen interfere with your avoidance of work.
But is it not always thus for the people who write for the living?
You know you have to write, you must write, and yet before you can put the words to the paper, everything has to be perfect in your surroundings. Yes, sometimes the words flow like the freshet, tumbling over themselves to escape from your brain onto the page.
At the other times: molasses. Frozen molasses mixed with peanut butter and tar, which you must laboriously unmix and purify using only the single dental pick and clumps of hair you have pulled from you head.
Ayyyy! What to do in the cases when the muses have been chased away? The Manolo’s friend Lisa knows…
Look at the pictures of the super fantastic shoes! Like these pink and red Tahiti Sandals from the Sergio Rossi.
And now, the Manolo will give you the writing prompt, to get the creative juices flowing…
“Daphne,” said Carlo, “rather than rejecting it out of hand, you really should take a moment to consider my proposition.”
Daphne, folded her arms across her chest, unfolded them, and then spoke, “It’s a problem of ethics, darling.”
“It’s those shoes, isn’t it,” shouted Carlo, “admit it, it’s those shoes!”
Daphne looked down at her Sergio Rossi’s — gorgeous, really– and then back up at Carlo, his face as red as the color of her sandals….
Please to leave your best effort in the comments section below.