But I've never gotten it. People keep giving me shoes like, "Here's shoes, haven't I made your day!" And I just hold them like toxic waste and promptly dispose of the evidence at a Salvation Army two towns over as soon as I have the chance.
Then today, as I was combing through Google Images trying to distract myself from all the wheel spinning I've been going through with my Entwined rewrite everything changed.
I found these...
Now, I have a sudden uncontrollable urge to develop an entire fictional universe around a pair of thigh high boots. And pictures like this aren't helping my impulse control.
Am I alone, or is this a pretty standard writer thing. To see something you've never thought twice about and suddenly you have to write about it?