Sometimes I run out of words.
Don’t get me wrong. My vocabulary rocks (and I’m humble, too). That’s what happens when you spend years 4-20 reading everything you can lay your hands on, including cereal boxes. (Which brings me to an issue I have with not making kids books “too smart” – where are they supposed to learn these words, if not from the books they read? But that’s another post …)
There are times when the words come unbidden, like a fresh flow of magma down a lava tube, and I let them spill onto the page.
Mostly, it’s more painful than that. But some days … some days the words disappear, as if they’ve been stolen by gremlins in my head, secreted away like the treasures they are.
Maybe it’s revenge for all the adverbs I’ve killed in the revision process.
Maybe I need a nap.
If you find my words, please send them to:
Crazy Lady in the Green House
321 U-shaped Street
Some State in the Middle, USA
Do your words disappear?