Writing Marathon...
"Take that, New Orleans."
"Hmmm... I wonder if that man's single. He's pretty darn cute. And I like his little white dress shirt. Sweet. No ring!"
"I just don't think that a bookstore's the best place for me to come to write... I just keep looking around . I just can't bring myself to write. All I want to do is sit and read... for hours. That would make me insanely happy..."
"Looks and glances, looks and glances... that's how love begins. Just like in epic love stories. It all starts with looks and glances... stolen moments... eyes hooded with passion... fleeting glances... clandestine meetings."
"Hmmm... I wonder if that man's single. He's pretty darn cute. And I like his little white dress shirt. Sweet. No ring!"
"I just don't think that a bookstore's the best place for me to come to write... I just keep looking around . I just can't bring myself to write. All I want to do is sit and read... for hours. That would make me insanely happy..."
"Looks and glances, looks and glances... that's how love begins. Just like in epic love stories. It all starts with looks and glances... stolen moments... eyes hooded with passion... fleeting glances... clandestine meetings."
posted by Carrie Beth at
11:48 AM
2 Comments:
Your nick-name should be thesaurus or word-smith. Your word choice is always phenomenal. I adore your use of the word "clandestine"-and the phrase eyes hooded with passion. You have a real talent for expressing things with the perfect words.
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wendyb, at 1:02 PM
Awww, thanks Wendy! You just made my day. I do love me some words! ; ) You know what they say... people who read a lot have big vocabularies. For me, words are just fun. I like how they sound, how they feel as they roll off my tongue. I like to play with them, substitute them, move them around... However, despite my love for "fun" words, I don't ever want to be that person who sounds ridiculous for using big words... like I'm speaking out of place.
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Carrie Beth, at 5:45 PM
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