Tumbled Words

I have to laugh at how clever other people are and how Leon and I can both not see something so obvious and yet see something so obscure another time.

Linetta mentioned laundry, playing off the “tumbled” words. Leon has been involved with laundry equipment in one way or the other for too many years. . . Neither of us saw the connection and it was so obvious. One for Linetta.

Chris mentioned the tumbleweed connection. That one did cross my mind, in fact tumbleweed was originally in consideration for our blog title, since deserts were new to us, we saw our first one only 2 years ago. I have used tumbleweeds in my poems. . . yet, I did not think anyone else would see that connection with tumbled, although I did. One for Chris.

Finally, I put notes on characters and scenes on a dry erase board since my computer and its small memory can’t handle my novel writing software. I am writing chapters in whatever program I happen to open and have had sisters with brothers by forgetting who was who. . .and yes, I changed it, that is not the direction my characters are allowed to go and stopping to figure out which character name I threw in and suddenly need to call up again wastes a lot of time.

Today will be a day of free falling and not just straight down.

and then the fun stops. Here is hoping it is only a midair refueling stop and not a wall, or worse yet — the ground.

. . . it is such a thrill.

It is official, I have succumbed completely to my inner child. I have always teetered, played a bit, but today I joined hundreds of other NaNoWriMo participants and wrote letters to three characters in my book and posted them in the love letters thread. I could not resist any longer after reading more of the other posts as they chastised their characters or spoke to them of their brilliance at going in a different direction than originally planned. It is so much fun.

Until I wrote to Andre, Terrence, and Solariana, and signed the letters as Meeaugraphie, a log on I use at times, I was not sure that I was the all seeing and almost all knowing narrator, but those lights coming on and characters changing course in mid stream is one of the joys of free writing.

Leon read them on the first official half day of his vacation. “They have become your invisible friends,” he said.

All I could do was laugh, perhaps I should have written letters to all the characters in my novel, including the invisible friend of Solariana. I just may.