Author: Marjorie Witt

I wrote a memoir. I chose not to publish it... yet. It's time to just write for fun.

Your Turn

It’s National Scrabble day and I’m at a loss for words. I’ll spare the excuses for not blogging recently but I’ll give you one small hint. Maybe I was a bit overzealous when I decided to divide my blog into two parimagets. One blog all about me. That would be Mz Bull.

The other blog is meant to present a more professional image of the wannabe me, the one with business cards prematurely imprinted  Marjorie Witt, Author. Yes, prematurely – you won’t find me on Amazon yet. But while you are waiting, perhaps between turns on Words with Friends, you might want to check out my current A to Z Challenge on Witt Bits.

Meanwhile, I’m off to a writing conference to gather inspiration and meet my Story Circle Network friends.

 

Jejune

JAnother fear of writing has surfaced recently. The fear of staying within my current state of verbal bankruptcy. The A to Z list of words becomes an unwelcome daily prompt. My blog seems dull, naive and boring. I borrow motivational quotes from Cow Pasture Chronicles and hang them above my screen, retaliation to my inner critique. This is not jejune. It’s my sixty-seven words a day commitment.

Inkhornism

IWhile Anne Lamott suggests writing a “sh*tty” first draft, I struggle with this task. If feels risky. What if I die before I have a chance to revise and remove the pedantic diatribes of my first draft? Will my headstone read “Master of Inkhornism?”

I say, write it all. Password protect. Hope to delete before you die.

Marjorie Witt 19XX to 20XX   “She Deleted It All”

Hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian

HI can’t even pronounce this one.  But if you look on wiktionary  you can listen to the audio.  It has been a fun and educational exercise to find unusual words that have anything to do with writing. This one is a long shot. A long shot because short words are the style in my creativity realm. Otherwise my memoir would require a hippo to carry it around.

Galimatias

GThe word of the day was to be grandiloquent but my pompous, bombastic self eluded me. With ego deflated, I settled for galimatias, a better description of my current writing  obstacle. It’s the memoir file that contains over 100,000 words – bits and pieces gathered from journals, workshop vignettes, and writing prompts -an organizational disaster. The monumental task becomes a marathon of decision. What to keep. What to delete.