This blog is just words...........no pictures. (I do have a blog with pics that will be coming soon about clutter. I am just not ready to download the pics and then be creative and write words about clutter). So...............just words.
I read a lot. I have 5 books reserved @ my wonderful library............and have three novels here at home.............from my wonderful library. I have one by the toilet (because I cannot waste time just sitting there!), one on my bed for reading (my free sleeping pill) and one in the living/dining room to read as I sit with my heat circle before treading........and to read as I eat my breakfast and lunch.
I am fascinated with words that authors use. And I have noticed "themes" that come and go in books.
The one that I have noticed lately is "Smells". I read passages that say, "The hall smelled of sweat and mold"..........."She smelled of flowery shampoo".........."He smelled of dirty feet and pee"............"She
smelled of sex".
I have always wanted to write a book. Should I look for "themes" and keep track and write a novel, using all these themes? If I did what would I say re smells???
"She laid across her bed in her crisply ironed shorts that smelled of starch............". Susi, my dear sister, will laugh out loud when she reads that last line. Shall I tell you why? Yeah, why not?
When I was a teenager, I started to write a book. My opening line was, "She laid across the bed in her
crisply ironed shorts". I never got any further than that. What an awful/ corny line!! Through the years, Susi, Joan and I would use this sentence to describe a book we started, but never finished because it was so awful/corny, with the words, "She laid..................."
So, good night. I smell dust and emptiness and light waning. ☺
