Monday, 5 November 2012
Specifically, Dear Words in my Head.
Why do you have to fly around like confetti at a wedding making no sense to me or to my fingers which are trying to interpret you into something sensible and logical that could be called a sentence?
Why are there so many of you tumbling like leaves in the autumn wind? I don't have an enormous vocabulary so how is it possible that so many of you exist? Unless you are secretly cloning yourselves up there, conspiring to further confuse me.
Occasionally you hint at something that could be useful, like a to-do list, a blog post or a multi-million pound best selling novel that is just crying out to be made into a box-office hit. I know they are all hiding in there, particularly the to-do list which, unless it can escape and metamorphosise into the written word, will stretch and grow and twist and knot itself to the point it makes me rather ill (in the stressed out kind of sense).
Meanwhile, I grasp at the few moments in my day which are uninterrupted by children's demands, and try to purge my brain of a few words that may make someone smile, or nod sagely in understanding. My brain struggles for air as it drowns in literary flotsam and I manage to cough up a tweet. It is however not worthy of a reply or retweet. It is just a belch of words that are commonplace and unremarkable save for their indelible mark on the web.
I really need to find some space where I can set some of you free, make your own way into the world and release the pressure that is mounting. Because the pressure is mounting, and if I can't find the release valve there will be an almighty alphabetti spagetti inspired blog post flying across my readers screens.
Or is this already it?
Yours desperately trying to clear some head space so if you could just sort yourselves out into a semblance of order that would be great,
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You tamed those words just brilliantly there - and stole them right out of my own head cos I often find myself in an identical maelstrom. 'Cough up a Tweet' - just love it!ReplyDelete
Thank you very much for your kind words. Coughing up tweets seems to be my preferred method just now. Playing havoc with my throat though.Delete
Aw.... I think your words are lovely! If I spot you on Twitter later, I'll retweet you (but I'll probably manage to make it sound less interesting ;)ReplyDelete
Thank you for your comment and RT xDelete
Loved, loved this post - and nailed just how I'm feeling at the moment. By the way, loved this line - "My brain struggles for air as it drowns in literary flotsam and I manage to cough up a tweet." :o).ReplyDelete
Thank you oh literary one. I've got a horrible feeling I may be turning into a writer :/Delete
Suffering from the same thing myself, and this post encapsulates exactly what I've been thinking too. But better than I could ever do it.ReplyDelete
Perhaps I need to read more blogs to find inspiration. Good ones like this.
Hope to read more.
I hope you escape the knots of words very soon. It is darned annoying. And pop back when I manage to purge myself of more words. Thank you.Delete