There are a lot of words that we could do without in our language.
Mostly buzzwords that have stayed too long and expletives hurled out merely because someone is not crafty enough to find another word to use. Grammatically, language is filled with adverbs and adjectives that make sentences poetic, but often are not necessary to the base structure. These words are called modifiers (or qualifiers) and their purpose is to “describe and provide more accurate definitional meaning for another element.”
(Whew! Composition and grammar lesson over now!)
I am guilty of lacing my writing with modifiers. I think it is (in part) because I am a word geek, and apparently I manifest that obsession by cramming as many words as possible into a single sentence.Continue reading
For the past couple weeks it’s been happening.
I’ve been logging on with the best of intentions. Intentions of updating my stuff with witty banter and deep insights. Intentions of being useful and putting together some really good content for people to read. Intentions of at least hitting “publish” as that little blinking blog cursor taunts me with it’s flashing.
Sure, I’ve had the random case of writer’s block that snuck up on me out of no where and reared it’s ugly head at some very inopportune moments. Like that annoying ex that shuns and ignores you for years but suddenly decides to be your BFF again (generally about the same time you update your Facebook status to read “In A Relationship.”)Continue reading
How did you become a writer? How do I become a writer? How do I become a better writer?
Over the course of my 10+ years as a freelance writer, I’ve heard all these questions and a dozen variations on them. As soon as someone finds out that I spend my time sitting in cafes, sipping cappuccino, tortoise-rimmed glasses on, pouring myself into articles and stories, laughing aloud at the brilliant and witty prose I just created, they immediately want to know how they too can live such an illustrious life.Continue reading
Click – Click. Click – Click.
As I wandered along the sidewalk by the moat of Chiang Mai’s Old City, I was consumed by a thought.
A delicious memory that brought a goofy grin to my face and wiped my brain slate clean. Completely lost in my mind and unaware of my surroundings I could easily have been walking on a sidewalk in Maine or Seminyak. I’m lucky I didn’t walk out into traffic or directly into another wanderer.
Yet the Click – Click. Click – Click. It brought me back.Continue reading