Stuck for an elegant simile

Where’s the perfect simile when you want it?

You know, you can stand around all day here, waiting for a metaphor, and then three of them arrive at once!

Actually, I was thinking about how I suck in and pour out stories and I decided I was a story silo. But, no. Because the grain that goes in is the same grain that comes out. There’s no sense of the process of absorbing stories and creating new ones, inspired by what’s been absorbed.

None of which is helping the two things I am working on tonight:

The first is a title for my book to include in the synopsis. IMPOSSIBLE!

The second is beginning to build an online presence of myself as an author.

So the blog post is productive writing. Pondering whether I’m a silo is not.