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It’s Week 16 in loco lockdown and oftentimes I question
whether I’ve managed to remain sane.
Perhaps I’ve already crossed the bridge of no return but I’ve nary any
visual markers to gage my sojourn and there aren’t any manuals out there to
guide my way. All that I can do is
sequester and play, since I’ve inadvertently stumbled into the Land of Cuckoo,
that wondrous space of a place of solace and refuge. Might as well test the waters and linger a
while. After all, I’m stuck at home with
nowhere else to go.
Dipping my quill into the aqua potion was the first
start. The restorative ink has
extraordinary capabilities, able to reinvigorate and, most importantly, whisk
me away from the drudgery of every day.
And, voilà, next thing I know, I’m in Shangri-La, one with
the earth, plucking weeds and planting seeds.
The gift of sunshine and H20 is a rejuvenating force, birthing life
anew.
A splash of inspiration, a sprinkling of devotion and an
over-active imagination is all one needs to grow words. Tiny sprouts of seedlings that blossom into
ideas that keep me up at night as I toss and turn over the strategic placement
of nouns and consonants. Verbs are another
story altogether. Always on the go,
they’re non-stop movement, a flurry of restless activity one sprint ahead of
the tale; a collaborative team of 26 that work in tandem to spell out the
narrative of what is on their mind.
A watering can, a chant, a prayer and a smidgen of
hocus-pocus are the secret ingredients that flower my garden. And, Abracadabra, as if by magic, alongside
the marigolds and sunflowers, a batch of Word-lings
have germinated overnight.
I know what you’re thinking.
About The Word-lings.
Being a wordsmith and linguist, I am fully aware that Word-ling is not an actual word. It’s made up, not real, but then again, so is
fiction. I’m beyond besotted with words
and the crucial role they play in weaving the fable. And, I declare that there are NOT enough of
them in The Dictionary to facilitate the process of fabrication. I therefore propose that I lobby Webster’s
for an immediate amendment to include my newly hatched batch of terminologies. After all, I’ve a boatload of expertise in
dreaming up new lexicons and phrases, which seem to spring to life only when
I’m on the road exploring foreign locales.
But alas, I’m trapped in the quagmire of Day 123 of
quarantine and I’m itching to hop on a plane to Spain. The world will just have to wait for the next
crop of Nora-isms (aka Word-lings) to
make their debut in the revised addendum to Le New and Improved Dictionary (To
be re-defined as The Nik-tion-ary, if truth be told).
Must dash. The
landline’s a ringing. It’s Webster’s on
the line…
Next post:
In two weeks or thereabouts. The
w/o August 3rd, sometime on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday! Stay tuned!
Next blogs – Continuing the conversations with
my vintage turquoise writing machine; Watch out Webster’s! New Word-lings are on their way!
Stay home, stay safe and catch up with your
reading!
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