I Cannot Think of Anything to Write

I cannot think of anything to write a wanna-be writer said. I suddenly spotted a large white crocodile on her head. She was out of ideas again this imaginative Tuesday. I saw a space ship from Venus whisking her rapidly away. I am a terrific writer without a clue she told me. I thought up a pink chameleon drinking daffodil tea. My life is not interesting enough to write, she said at last. I saw her walking the plank below my pirate ship’s mast.