Made good on my promise to add egonarcissism to “Poetry and Lyrics.” My own suffering with the malady has me thinking I’m cleverly manufacturing new words on a daily basis. Thought I’d best start writing them down so I can get credit when whoever does dictionary stuff now starts handing out credits for enriching our language. Enriching or cluttering: jury’s out.
Words like dictophhobia. You want to know all the scoop, go inside to “Poetry and Lyrics,” sub-tab “Wordsmithery.” Better get’m while they’re hot. Might start charging for them in the near future. I’ll add as new genius presents. Or not. You know how crazy-hot ideas fizzle all too quickly.
Also, for Joe, added the first “Rant.” Wanted to do two rants, but with the press of time, wouldn’t do either justice if I overworked brain cells and fingertips. If I can keep my bile level up for a day or two, this next “rant” should be a pip. Spoiler, I will rant and try to apologize for my generation. Spoiler number two, women are going to be “righteously” miffed. Be good for sales.
Still not in a “routine.” I might be expecting too much, but it would be nice. I’m behind schedule with “Imogene” now. That “Imogene” has pushed-back “Midas County” is a disappointment. That will be four YA pieces in less than two weeks. The genre is ok, quite fun actually, but sure does cramp my language.
“Midas” has hit a bit of a plot snag. Well, no, the plot is unchanged, it’s the unwinding that’s a little off. I need to get some Agatha Christie pills. That’s (contrary to what I suggested in “Wordsmithery”) therapeutic for egonarcissism sufferers. Look at what real writers do. Then it’s easy to see where you stand in comparison. Better than a shot of penicillin.
For this evening, that’s it. “Imogene” waits but even she is going to be delayed while I see if a Flash piece on word misuse featuring Archie and Walter flies.
Read good stuff, folks.