Since I started this blog a few months ago I’ve written over 125,000 words and, for the most part, they’ve all been pretty well behaved. They pop into my head in their droves, without any real prompting and then just seem to organise themselves into something that I can hand over to you guys. We have fun together, they flow and I ebb and we mosey along at our own pace, holding hands and skipping occasionally. So why is it that, when I try to organise them all into book format they decide that they hate me and they’re going on holiday without me?????
It’s not all of them you understand, ‘nice’, ‘then’, ‘if’ and a few others hang around but, to be honest, I think that’s just sheer laziness on their part, they’ve been in my head for so many years they just can’t be arsed to move. Their more exotic counterparts however, have no compunction in sodding of to the beach the second I sit down to write anything longer than 1,000 words – why? It’s not like I don’t look after them and try to make their lives interesting; they spend their time swanning around on blog posts, flexing their muscles and throwing sly winks at the pretty little poems that live on other sites, no-one could call that onerous could they?
You would think that, now they have French words to compete with for my attention, they’d be a little bit more co-operative and make an effort to wrap themselves around my thoughts in an orderly fashion but oh no! However, sneaky I am: offering to bring ‘scurrilous’ and ‘bunbury’ out of retirement, promising to keep ‘antidisestablishmentarianism’ confined to quarters, nothing will get the little buggers to work in a group big enough to warrant the title ‘book’.
Worse even than that is the way that they run around scaring my thoughts so that they panic and go wandering off all over the place. A few hundred words wrapped around a couple of interesting thoughts and there’s perfect harmony, ask for anything more than that and I’ve got anarchy on my hands! Admittedly there are some thoughts that don’t want words wrapped around them and will fight them off kicking and screaming but I really don’t see why that should prompt this kind of rebellion.
I’m not going to give up, I’ll find some way of getting thoughts and words together for long enough so that I’ll be able to wrestle them into a book but until then you’re stuck with the blog I’m afraid…..
Have a wonderful day everyone and, if you have any suggestions for placating words they’d be gratefully received