Synonymous Anonymous

Last time I updated you on my novel’s progress, I told you I had two directions to decide between. Well, I chose one. It’s been another month since Nanowrimo, and I’ve written almost 20,000 more words. This doesn’t sound like much of an accomplishment considering that I wrote almost 50,000 in November, but I’ve been doing a lot of other things this month.  Anyway, what with my novel of two hundred something pages reaching the “end in sight” point, I guess I may soon be inclined to start posting excerpts. If you’re lucky enough to be one of the three people I send it to for editing, this will be a treat for you too, because I’ve got some material I originally wrote by hand (and later decided not to include) that I’m rethinking. So.. dare I make a commitment? But OK. Every even numbered day, I will post an excerpt for you to hack away at, until the novel’s finished.

I’ve had a lot of, “I should blog that” moments since I last posted, but you know how it goes. I will actually apologize this time, because I had no idea how many people actually check this thing every day. Thank you, and you have officially motivated me to be more regular with it. I’ve got a couple mixes ready to rock so I’ll post at least one of them later today and keep up with that at least daily for a while. The comic? Well.. that will come and go. I guess it’s not my blog’s calling after all.

What’s got me thinking today is “value.” Specifically, the value of words. Sometimes I’m so overwhelmed by the decline in genuine meaning in words, that I refuse to speak. It’s a conversation I’ve had with myself for years, but I guess I’ve never expressed in writing, the heartbreak that goes along with finding a word has lost its impact in your life. The first one that comes to mind for us all to relate to is, of course, love. This is not at all where I hoped to go with this post, but I guess I can express the same frustration with this more relatable word. How many of us still feel that same earth shattering, can’t eat, can’t sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, world series kind of stuff when we profess “love”? It’s sad to think it has all boiled down to an initial infatuation, fizzling down to a going through the motions, resulting in an indifferent but still there kind of connection. Is it naive of me to still believe in real love? Because I really do, with every fiber of my being. But I’ve grown bored of the word to the point of extinction. That’s right. I move to expel the word from spoken language in an attempt to preserve to extraordinary experience that goes with it. There are a few other words I would move to have expelled in this way, but none so important to you all as love. Certainly none you could relate to at this point.

Hi, my name’s Lena, and I’m addicted to expression. More to come.

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