A writer’s life is full of things that simply don’t fit together. There are sentences that sound beautifully crafted on their own. But, when they’re put into an essay or work of fiction, they simply don’t work.
I’ve constructed some very fine phrases that when strung together painted a fascinating picture. But, I then found no way to expand on these things. I’ve collected far too many wayward clauses to go into great detail about specifics. But, it’s sufficient to say I have quite a few of them.
There are times when I will look into the mirror and tell myself., Amelia, you’ll somehow make these pretty words fit into a beautifully woven tapestry of literary genius. I say a lot of silly things to myself in the mirror in perhaps all-too vain attempts to build my self-esteem. Generally, they relatively fail at their primary purpose.
These exercises make me feel silly and cause me to make silly faces at myself. At least I can practice my comical expressions for use at a wide variety of social gatherings. So, these little mirror exercises are not without their merits…
Somehow, one day, I will collect all of the lovely little bits and bobs, odds and ends, trifles and trinkets that I have produced over my many years of scrawling in awful penmanship across a wide variety of mediums into some useful compendium of awkwardly out-of-context phraseologies…
When I manage to figure out what the hell it is that I just actually said, I will inform you, my pulchritudinous readers, of my findings!
~ Amelia <3