Writing Would Be Great If I Had Something To Say.

Wanting – no, needing – to write is one thing.  Having something to say is another entirely.
This dilemma is perhaps not uncommon among writers, but I’d guess that it’s more common to those of us who aren’t driven to write fiction.  My yen to write comes from a lifelong fascination with words and how they [...]

A Word for Everything…

My Dear Readers know by now that I have a rather inexplicable thing for grammar, punctuation, and the well-turned phrase.  I’m also a fan of words – I collect them, like others may collect rocks, or yarn, or Faberge eggs.
I love wordsmith.org, which e-mails me a word a day, along with a thought for the day.  [...]

Because it’s Saturday and no one is paying attention anyway.

Yesterday I felt one of those urges to write about something that, in my prior experience, renders Blogland silent as the proverbial tomb, echoing with the sound of my “hello, hello, is ANYONE out there??”
No, not exercise.  WRITING. 
I started blogging because I love to write.  Love it.  Always have.  Ever since I can remember (or at least [...]

The Oedipal Polysyllable

All you need to do is que up an episode of The Sopranos on your DVR to confirm Mark Twain’s enduring sentiment:  “when it comes to pure ornamental cursing, the American is gifted above the sons of men.”
He was referring to steamboat captains, not seventh-grade girls. 
I’ll admit to being a bit of a seventh-grade girl, myself, [...]