Skip to main content

Singing in the Sandbox

Writing is fun, but it is work too. I haven’t heard of a writer anywhere who equates writing even close to glamour. Most writers keep busy thinking and rethinking. Writing and rewriting. And if this isn’t enough, there’s the guessing and second-guessing, similar to what I tinker on below… 10 challenges worth mention.

#1 Is there any writer out there who has come upon this one...  "I don't know how to put this," or "I can't put this in words." I cringed on this thought. These are the absolute LAST words a writer should write. Maybe you can't put it in words, but you better not write it in words.

#2 'Just.' This is a word I use a ca-jillion times a day. And I am just plain sick and tired of it!

#3 ‘Of course.’ Of course I use this phrase just as much as I use ‘just’ and I’m sick and tired of using this one too!

#4 ‘At least’ I don't use at least as frequently. But then, still... even so... and all the buts I start off with are starting to get on my bad side as well.

#5 Thank goodness, or rather I hope this one hasn’t shown up in any of my books. (;-) I like typing sideways winks, though each time I do, it makes me shiver… a little. Words need to go there.

#6 Those exclaim marks are another issue. And yes too, so are the commas. Sorry. Got a lot on my mind, which those indicators indicate each time I pause to shift gears. But I’m going to blame them exclams on Othello and them! Besides, why were those punctuation gadgets added to the language chart anyway? I was taught they were used to show surprise, or excitement. That’s what hipped me onto Shakespeare.

#7 Losing 70,000 words don't feel so great either. I lost, & I’m going to estimate, several novels walking them to the recycle bin. And I still don't know which one it was more painful for. Me or them. Someone once told me, "the ones you won't like, everyone else will." But now no one will ever know because they are off in cyber heaven.

#8 And if losing 70,000 words makes me ill, imagine what forgetting 70,000 words feels like!?! See, in cyber heaven there is always so slight a possibility they may come back, unlike the recycle process going on in my head. 

#9 Toning things down is another problem. But apparently it’s not my problem alone. A source higher than I know is up there yelling back down here, “why!?!” Why do I want to tone things down?

#10 …Which zips right to my number ten challenge. Did I ever mention how I want to write like what’s her-his voice? I want to inherit some of that soupy caramel toffee sweetness too. I guess it’s like altos on a choir who wished they were sopranos, but who should just be grateful they have a singing voice at all!

Sing on Choir. 
It's the mix of tenors and instruments that makes great music.


  1. Well!! I'!! just have to stop using exclamation marks!!! Of course!!!! ;)
    Seriously now, I think all writers have trouble putting their thoughts and ideas into words at times. Sometimes words just (sorry!) aren't adequate enough to express our grandest emotions. And how can we do justice to a glorious sunset using only the English vocabulary?! And, commas!...oh they are everyone's nemesis!!

  2. Kathy, after you explained how we got Wed-Nes-Day, anything you write and any way you phrase it, with all the punctuation you use to express it, goes in my book. You ARE the exception, of course!!! ;-) lollllll.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Rumor About One Race

It’s a funny thing, how some things you hear stay with you in that sixth sense sort of way, as if the information will serve some future purpose.

True Story. I was in elementary school when a teacher got to talking about three true races—Caucasian, Mongoloid, and Negroid, and how one day there would be One Race. For a placeholder I attended Philadelphia (PA) Public Schools, K-straight thru-12 (99.98% black student population) where there was always ‘that’ teacher who would put aside a textbook to impart ‘move to the edge of your seat’ information... something I later figured out would take “dynamic positioning” to find its originating source. I even think the teacher may have said we wouldn’t find this information written anywhere.

At any rate, I’m all kinds of fuzzy about how the original three races came to be, but recall 3rd grade hands going up in the air asking why this and how that and what about this, and then somebody saying, “unt un... my mother said...”

Naturally I was intr…

When Opinions Cross the Line

Two literary topographies brought this historical commentary together; a social media Headline asserting some books are irrelevant, and Stacey Dash’s memoir, ‘There Goes My Social Life’. (My other thoughts here).

I didn't pause long enough to so much as note the social media headline, but did pause after catching wind of Stacey Dash's outspoken stance on supporting American businessman and Republican politician, Mitt Romney. Stacey is an American Actress notable for her role in the film CluelessSIGH—I’ve never seen Clueless, but have seen this actress in other films... which was what inspired me to want to read her memoir. Being a Big Picture thinker, I couldn't make heads or tails out of the hoopla behind her outspoken political views.

My great-great grandfather, born in America in the mid 1800’s, was a Republican. Per my father, historically the American working class primarily voted Republican, though he, and then me, marveled about my great-great grandfather's r…

What Makes a Book Feel Good? ...A Top 10 List

When you it’s said... live and learn, you learn LOVE comes in stages. So far, I’ve come across three stages of love. Puppy Love. Hormonal Love. And the ultimate love. Unconditional Love.

Lo and behold albeit, after finally getting around to reading Roy Blount’s memoir, “Be Sweet” (a memoirist who has at least twenty some years on me), I got to reading him summarizing unconditional love as ‘just an expression’ ..."like any other two words." Now, because his memoir is largely satirical, and given the title, on top of knowing better to think I know more than my elders (haha), it was hard to tell whether to take the definition seriously or facetiously. Whichever the case, as of today I define unconditional love without conditions. Unlike puppy love, built largely on a giddy childish infatuation superficially marveling over things or people, or that hormonal love responding to the cyclones and ebbs moving our hormones in this invisible like cylinder, there are no ifs, ands…