Sergio Rossi Red Tahiti Sandal for the Blocked Writer

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…

Sergio Rossi Tahiti Sandals

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.

6 Responses to “Sergio Rossi Red Tahiti Sandal for the Blocked Writer”

  1. LIsa from SoCal July 24, 2012 at 4:33 pm #

    He reached for her, and she stood up, snapped, her fingers and said, “Yo, I am a self-made millionaire, feminist, voter, in shoes so fabulous you don’t deserve to ask the time of day to somebody who looks as good as I do! Cha! The next time you try to push me into something, you better bring your A-game, Fool.” And she swept out, thinking about her new flat in Paris, her trip up Everest (in different shoes, natch) and a bottle of exceedingly good Malbec.

  2. Azulao July 24, 2012 at 6:18 pm #

    Ooooooh, my. Those shoooooooes!

  3. Azulao July 24, 2012 at 6:19 pm #

    Um, that was not my best effort at continuing the writing prompt, but my spontaneous reaction to Those Shoes.

  4. marvel July 25, 2012 at 8:40 am #

    …and wondered why she’d never noticed how unpleasantly his bulbous nose hovered over his upper lip, with the slightly protruding upper teeth and the receding chin than ran away down to meld with the bobbing Adam’s apple. That quivering upper lip, with the faint hint of spittle, was disgusting. The look in his eyes, strangely compounded of attempted command and hopeful wistfulness, enraged Daphne.

    “Yes, Carlo,” she snapped. “It’s the shoes. It’s always been the shoes.”

  5. Patty July 25, 2012 at 1:07 pm #

    “It’s always been about the shoes, Carlo”, she whispered. “You, not so much.”

    She watched, coolly, as Carlo got up from the neatly made bed and stumbled heavily out of the room. Despite herself, she couldn’t help noticing his scuffed Florsheims, her lip curling with contempt.

  6. Livia July 25, 2012 at 2:52 pm #

    Her feelings about her beautiful, spirit-lifting shoes were complicated. It’s difficult to say if she detected a deeper sense of ethics among them, as it was a crowded field. But why not?

    “Take a hike with your proposition, Carlo!”, she said with a broad smile. “You won’t ruin my day today.” No, she thought. Today would be a day of happiness and contentment above all else.