This is basically how I feel every time I get a prompt in writer’s class every week: Everyone else sees the normal bird and writes about it flitting around doing bird things and I see some crazy-assed alien in a shirred off universe and write about that and the whole class goes “what?”
(Update: You’ll have to imagine the comic about the state quarter turned sideways and the image on it looks like a crazy sideways alien-man instead of a bird. It was awesome, but the link died and now I cannot find it.)
Lisa Holcomb 