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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Changeling Words


I can usually make words dance like flames before me. They flicker, flash, and cavort across the page in a fascinating way. Like the fire-eater in a circus troupe, I can juggle words at will, displaying them to their finest advantage. Words are potent, and on most days, I can cage them within the four walls of a page. I can use them to paint a picture, light an emotion, and warm a heart.

But some days are different.

Some days words frolic around in my head, just beyond the reach of my pen. They taunt and tease me. They refuse to line up, or even show themselves, so that I can write them down. They are loathe to be captured and made to behave. No matter how I try to string a phrase along the tip of my pen, it only takes one jostle -- one false move, and they slide right across the surface of the paper, and flit into the distance like fireflies.

I can’t even capture them in a jar.

Words are fickle, capricious things. They love attention and affection when they’re in the mood. But as often as not, they are content to stay just out of reach, and snicker at my efforts to create something readable with ink and paper, but no cooperation from the verbiage.

Some days, I can’t even light a single word-candle. My matches are all wet, the tender isn’t dry enough, or there is no wind to lend oxygen to the flame. So, I wait patiently. I read something. I sit in the same room with words, and watch them from the corners of my eyes. Their wanderlust will cool in a day or two. The wind will change directions, and they will fly back to my page, ready to take their places, and make themselves known.

In the meantime, I will turn on some blues, select a book, and sit under the stars. I’ll soak in inspiration, so that when the words are ready to play again, I’ll be ready, too.


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To My Readers:

It's been seven days since I last posted, and this dizzy, word sickness is still raging through my head. I think I 'll take a short break, and soak up some inspiration. I haven't forgotten the
Eight Random Things posts, the You Make Me Smile Award I recently recieved from Kari, or the upcoming Fall Into Reading Challenge hosted by Katrina. Let's just call them all "To Be Continued", for a week or so.

Please don't wander away, and forget to come back and check on me!

With Bundles of Bloggy Love,

TaunaLen

4 comments:

Kari said...

Poetry, sheer poetry.
Signed:
Your Hick Friend Kari who can barely string two sentences together without sounding like a Goob.

Hope you get your writing MOJO back soon. Let me rephrase. Hope you figure out SOON that you're writing MOJO has never left you!!!

Sandi @the WhistleStop Cafe said...

I agree with Kari (rut-ro!!)
Your MoJo hasn't gone far.

justabeachkat said...

We all need a break now and then....even our words. Hope your words come back soon from their little vacation :-)

Hugs!
Kat

childlife said...

Even your writers block is divine!

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