This is going to be a short blog because I have a cold and don’t feel so good. To console myself during this time of ickiness and also, at other times, to amuse myself while I'm thinking great thoughts, I play a little game called TextTwist. It's a game that gives you mixed up letters and challenges you to find all the combinations of words of three or more letters that can be made by rearranging the letters.
Thus the word above unscrambles to -- you got it -- WRITER.
Your challenge is to make a word using any combination of the letters within WRITER (of three or more letters) and spin it into a little something about being a writer. Or about the craft of writing. By my bleary eyed count, there are at least 11 words and possibly many more. I will start it and because I am such a great person, I will use one of the words that may require a little … imagination. I hope you have fun playing along. It won't take more than a moment or two. And if anyone can make more than eleven words, please let me know.
Okay, I chose the word ERR. This word comes to mind easily this week as I mentally review the proposals my editor has yet to read (she has more writers than me working with her -- did you know? What a shock!) Anyway, I don't lay awake at night thinking positive things. Oh, that it should be so. I could smile in my drowsy state and mumble into my pillow, "Wow, I sure did a great job with that whole car sinking into the river scene. Man, I am just a wonderful writer. Damn."
Nope. I think of the bad stuff. And because of the only sentence I can think of that uses ERR in the present tense is "To err is human, to forgive divine," I am going to take the liberty of putting it in the past tense which actually works here because the proposal is gone and I am thinking backwards, so to say.
So, I lay there and think of the many issues, both complicated and dreadfully simple, where I ERRED. "Man, you dolt. Do you realize the bad guys walked right by the wreck and didn't even notice one of the cars had a Nevada plate?" Or, "Yikes, what's a man hiding out with a gunshot wound in his leg doing with a friggin horse?" Stuff like that. I err, therefore, I rewrite.