Ok, here's the deal.

I'm sort of panicking a little bit.  See, I made this deal with myself that I would post something, anything, every day on this blog for an unspecified length of time.

Well, it's going on 9pm, I haven't even thought about starting dinner, and I have absolutely no idea what to write about.

Also, as a side note, it's part of the Code of the Blogger that it is never acceptable to blog about blogging.

It's like wearing white after Labor day, or picking your nose in public, or eating salad with your dessert fork or something terrible like that.

Words have always been important to me.  I remember being not very old, maybe four years old or so, and one day, like magic, all the letters on the page suddenly made sense and I was reading.  It was some sort of inane book about a bee!  I see a bee!  but the content didn't matter.  What mattered was that I could read, and suddenly whole new worlds were available to me.

Also, as a wannabe writer and something of a loudmouth talker, it is always important to me to choose the right word for the right situation.   Sometimes I mull over future conversations, playing and replaying it in my mind in order to ensure I am choosing the most appropriate, meaningful word to describe the situation.  

I love learning new words.  My most recent favorite word acquisition is "pejorative."  If you're not sure what it means, look it up.  I had to.  However, since then, I have managed to use it in about 4,000 sentences.  

God, I am such a nerd.


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