E-Books could be a modern day concept of the 19th century Yellowback. These cheap paperback books, once sold in railway stations, were usually reprints of popular fiction. These days we often work the opposite way – we publish affordable E-Books. We are discovered. One of the big five publishes our hard cover book. It hits the best seller list and becomes a mass-marketed paperback. Yes, I am dreaming.
This isn’t a “word.” It’s a roman numeral test. In the beginning of the A to Z Challenge I mentioned that each post for this challenge would have a word count of 67. What’s the significance of 67? Is it my age? The year I married? Lucky number? Or is it because I couldn’t come up with an “X” word that has anything to do with writing a memoir?
The A to Z Challenge wouldn’t be complete without a “wit” word. Witticism would be the simple choice; everyone knows what that is. Puns, jokes and wisecracks might lighten up dark passages but there is a medical condition for those who cannot stop this behavior, Witzelsucht. One quick knock on the right frontal lobe could change my memoir from dysfunctional drama to comedy. Don’t tell my family.
An obsession for words? I just checked my original A to Z Challenge pledge and I know I have deviated two or three times. All posts were supposed to “tie into my memoir writing” but some have absolutely nothing to do with me or my writing. I am far from being a verbomaniac and I suspect that I may have committed a couple of acts of verbicide.
My inner critic and persistent threat to my worth as a writer has been working overtime lately. She comes from within, an opinionated know-it-all, presumed to be much smarter than I. She nags at my blather of wasted words demanding that I hit the delete key. I block this ultracrepidarian critic and finish my sixty-seven words for the day. I hit the send key before she returns.