Barbells and Loco Legs
Yeah . . . bet you can't guess what this post is going to be about. It is the wonder that is Dynamo Boy (the artist formerly known as Demon Baby). See . . . I sometimes wonder if he's going to be a writer.
DB has been sick for a week--stomach virus. And yesterday he was in a lot of pain. Generally, there's not much that sucks worse than your child hurting. So I asked him if I could bring him a cold compress, a heating pad, rub his belly . . . anything. And he said, "No. My stomach feels like there's a barbell inside of it, and I've got a serious case of Loco Legs."
So I've got a 5-year-old kid who creates metaphors/similes and strange maladies using alliteration.
So . . . no cliches . . . what metaphor have you written lately that you are proud of? Like a barbell? Some turn of a phrase? Alliteration? Let's hear it.
16 comments:
From my guest blog today:
I always think of the David Bowie song, “Let’s Dance,” with the great line, “put on your red shoes and dance the blues.” ‘Cause that’s what I’m doing, at least metaphorically, going out to dance with my readers and fighting my wallflower tendencies. I may do a little metaphorical tap-dancing, a little soft shoe, a little jig… whatever the music (and event) inspires.
Mark:
I'll look forward to a little tap dance on this blog when the book comes out. :-)
E
I kind of like this picture:
Connelly clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back in his swivel chair. With the bulging buttons and ruddy cheeks, Jack just kept hearing the commercial jingle for those pre-school toys. Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.
Nice to see you back around the blog-o-sphere, Erica. I hope demon baby feels better today.
By the way, AKA The Incredibles, shouldn't it be Dyno-Guy?
You're so right. Nothing worse than a sick kid. But an inspiring sick kid? That's really something special.
I'll play. This is from my new WIP.
She smiled, opened her black-rimmed eyes wide and then chided herself for trying to look cute, like a kitten someone would want to bring in from the cold and keep for their own.
Merry:
I had a mobster character in The Roofer that I likened to a Weeble. Love that!
Mark:
Yeah, but I need the "B". :-)
Amy:
:-)
I couldn't look like a kitten if I tried. ;-)
JT:
I LIKE that!
And yeah. He has a pretty amazing vocabulary for a 5-year-old, and a rather unique way of viewing the world. That sometimes makes being his mom really, really challenging and exhausting. But it's also pretty darn special.
Erica,
I loved the Roofer, now I want to go back and see where that bit is...
Connelly is a cop and decidedly worse than a mobster, but that's probably my own skewed view ;-)
Merry:
It's chapter two (maybe three), I think, when she watches Uncle Two cross the bar when she is out getting drunk with Tom after night one of the wake.
:-)
I suppose this is more symbolism (I don't write a ton of metaphor and I suck at similes), but in a recently rewritten scene, all my "baddies" have a pow wow about this new world they've discovered. One of them is fingering a piece of glass, worn smooth and opaque by sand. You couldn't see through it if you tried, and yet it does reflect some light. Only later I realized that it's perfect symbolism on a lot of levels, all revolving around their inability to understand each other because they're so selfishly motivated.
Your 3rd twitter update says praying for snow. It took me a second glance to realize you're not big on twitter.
I can't think of anything, but you just gave me an idea for my haiku blog. :P
Starbucks:
I adore sea glass . . . used to collect when I lived in Florida. I've used that symbolism too! :-)
Richmond:
I need to get it configured so I update there and FB at the same time.
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