When inspiration hits in the most unusual of places…

Today as I laid down in the bed, my daughter handed me this toy (picture above). I remember buying this for my daughter about two years ago at JC Penny. At the time I thought it was cute. I still think that it’s cute. What’s not to like? It’s a tiny lamb with giant spectacles and vivid sparkling green eyes. It’s wearing a blue blazer over a gray dress. At the time, I thought that it looked like a teacher. I even thought it would be an excellent prop for my online teaching.

But today, I glanced at it and I saw another use for it. I’m talking about the children’s book that’s still in my head. No, it hasn’t been written down yet. I made an attempt to write a few paragraphs. But then I deleted those paragraphs the next day. I wasn’t happy with that attempt.

But I think this stuffed animal — this toy — could be a character in my children’s book. I spent the next hour or so just imagining and thinking about it. It’s a writer. It has been stuck in this house for a long time when it encounters —-

I see it as a writer. As an old, spinster lady who loves cats. Okay, maybe that’s too much of a stereotype.

But the point is, I think I got my second main character! I was originally going to write about a group of mouse-sized people who functions as a family. But this will work much better. Less people for one. For another, I can develop this character better.

I will try to write again tonight while my baby boy is sleeping.

I just love ideas that come to you randomly from the most unexpected places and people.

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