I watched the movie Quills the other night and loved that he was able to express himself by writing all over the jacket. I then imagined a scenario where my ler, a writer, needs to write but has no paper. So he would write his story on my feet. The pen is one of the tickle tools that kills me and I can imagine the detailed writing that would be done to fit all of one story onto my feet. i imagine he would start with the pads of my toes and work his way down, covering every inch of my foot with writing. Each time the quill pen would etch a letter onto my foot I would be shrieking with laughter. The need to keep the leters small and readable would take a lot of time and imagine it would take hours to get one story done.
I also imagine that my foot would be jerking away from the ticklish point of the pen. When that happens there would be a smudge in the story. The ler would have a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush and being the perfectionist he is would scrub away the entire story and have to start again.
Pen and brush, pen and brush until the story would be complete. Then I would have to endure him holding my foot to read his story aloud to others. Due to the tiny print he would have to run his finger under each word creating a cnstant tickle. His fans would want to read it for themselves, holding my foot and occasionally pointing out a word with a long fingernail.
At the end of the day, when everyone had a chance to enjoy the story, the ler would once again take the scrub brush to my feet to wipe the slate clean. He would scrub until there was no trace of ink on those bare soles or the rest of the feet. And then he would start to think of a new story....his motto is one story a day...continuous pen and brush for the sake of art.
I also imagine that my foot would be jerking away from the ticklish point of the pen. When that happens there would be a smudge in the story. The ler would have a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush and being the perfectionist he is would scrub away the entire story and have to start again.
Pen and brush, pen and brush until the story would be complete. Then I would have to endure him holding my foot to read his story aloud to others. Due to the tiny print he would have to run his finger under each word creating a cnstant tickle. His fans would want to read it for themselves, holding my foot and occasionally pointing out a word with a long fingernail.
At the end of the day, when everyone had a chance to enjoy the story, the ler would once again take the scrub brush to my feet to wipe the slate clean. He would scrub until there was no trace of ink on those bare soles or the rest of the feet. And then he would start to think of a new story....his motto is one story a day...continuous pen and brush for the sake of art.
