I shall never be able to be, even if you wanted me to be (though why you ever would, would be beyond me), accused of being uncreative. In point of fact, or case in point, or just in case, I often have been known to stipulate that in a pinch, as a cinch, if a word weren’t available to the active part of my vocabulary, or plumb didn’t exist, I’d make one up.
Ergo ‘frivolyptic’, which I’m not sure technically counts as neologising, so much as smerging, which is rather a different kettle of fish, and involves scissors and the kind of glue which gets everywhere. Anyway. Ten points and a dip in the mystery prize bag if you figure out the two words I’ve smerged.
I have come out of the pit of doom and gloom (hooray! (and with HUGE thanks and credit due to the friends who pulled me back into the sunshine)) which is the BIGGEST thankful of all, and counts for pretty much ten-hundred-million-bajillion, with or without dances owed to the 7 Guard Virgins for the use of the Secret Book of Rules (or Book of Secret Rules) and the opportunity to discover, in a footnote on page 137, that the use of three or more neologisms in one post allows the scribe to Get Out Of Jail Free, or otherwise disquandrify themselves of the need to write an Actual, In Fact, Ten.
So whilst I’m tempted to just leave it here, and stick in a pretty picture or two (seriously, INSTAGRAM, y’all!), I feel it would behove me (as self-appointed leader of the Thankfuls) to at least kindasorta try, and persist at a list, even with a brain which is so spidery it is coming out with Vast Wonderings and Bad Poetry, instead of anything useful or listful or… well, I guess it counts as a hypograt item if I’m thankful for the brain and its creativity, even when misplaced.
SO! Onwards and Upwards.
My online family is expanding. The people in this World Between the Wires are taking on roles, and in addition to a BlogWife and a Blog Sister, a Blog Brother, and a 1000mile heart, I learned today I have a Blog Mama. I really rather love that, and I adore all the friends and friends-become-family and friends-made-Real, and just…I love all the love that’s here in this hardwired world 😀
Ten additional points if you know who each of my online fam (as named) is. 5 points for each (unnamed) BlogMistress (YES there’s more than one, and YES, it’s all above-board and in a longstanding, understanding, complete agreement with my BlogWife, who also has several (100 extra points if you *are* one of my BlogMistresses. Just because *blows lascivious kisses*))
POINT! Or rather, NOT-POINT! Because for one who professes to be a writer, I really get quite too often STUCK around the placement of the point, the period, the full-stop, the end (.) when it comes to parentheses. And now I’m thinking that the full-stop in parentheses all alone looks like a sad and lonely boob and I should probably plumpen and give it a twin, and (nested) I’m wondering how many more days before the post-depression case of SpiderBrain disappears.
( . )( . ) <— I may be 12.
And I don’t like how whatsapp now emboldens things in *’s, because it ruins my action points. These ones *points to action points*
Thing is, with this spiderbrain thing (should I remain consistent? Inconsistency bothers me. And can I start and end sentences within parentheses (because they’re utterly tangential) without closing the parentheses or doing anything else than treating it as though a piece of text got ‘airlifted’, or should I do it more properly, with hyphens – like this – and be done with it?) – I have no idea how long it’s going to last, and I’m thankful for things like good presentation evenings where I was able to prove my worth at my job. And ‘No Rain’ is always a good thing. Even the blood test I had, is a good thing for many different reasons…but the brain is leaking out at the sides of my eyes and I am starting to fall asleep, which means you might even get some sleep-typing (always fun to leave in).
Why am I talking about blood tests? I’m glad to leave nightmares behind, and to see the beginnings of summer flowers, and THANK GOODNESS for shorts and air-conditioning, and as for the thing which I remembered then promptly forgot, which I think might be poetry (but still, even if it wasn’t, there’s no reason for it NOT to be poetry, yaknow?), I’m wonderfully thankful and grateful for all the inspirations, even though some of them consist of the spider brain and trying to fit in silly little lines on twitter, I still think there’s something to be said for it, and now I’m nearly asleep, or sleep-writing this, because my eyes are clooed and I no longer have a clue what I’m saying, which is one…might be an advantage…of being able to touch-type – I can write great tracts (such as all the way to here) without opening my eyes more than a couple of times to double-check I’ve not been doing something silly like transposing my fingers across the keys and typing ABSOLUTE tommyrot. [This paragraph, when I went back to it with my eyes open, had a few mistakes, but not as many as I thunk]
I am SO so thankful to the wonderful ladies who brightened my day this week by sending pics of their lovely, gorgeous selves. It can be tough when you don’t get to see a person, to remember how much you miss them, and even treasures make the transition to ‘keepsake’ rather than ‘thing which specifically and purposefully connects me with this person’ and so…there comes a time when maybe you give up, but photographs, and being almost in (or still available in spite of outsideriness) the Time Zone, make the connections strong and beautiful and vibrant. Gotta love some vibrant.
I guess I should be thankful for bedtime but dangit, I wish I could write. Or be consistent in how I write ‘spider brain’. *sigh*
What are YOU writing about these days? Why are you thankful? Are you getting enough sleep?
P.S. THIS SONG!