I read through a writer’s portfolio titled The Worst
described as “stuff I re-read the next day and realized it’s rubbish”
I loved it.
I found a soul mate.
Someone who vacillates over one small iota of a word
agonizes over a turn of a phrase
squeezes a thought into the smallest written space
spends hours constructing
and then throws the creation away.
Dictionaries pile high in my house –
rhyming, thesaurus, reverse, phonetic, concise, crossword…
I know the etymology of so many words
I need to keep quiet at cocktail parties.
I can diagram a sentence in 15 seconds
and by 30 have suggested alternative adverbs.
This I must keep to myself
and don’t get me started on conjugation.
When I start back on a languishing project
the dialogue inspires me ‘oh, what an interesting expression’
and I’m back into metered prose.
“Hello my name is Catherine and I am a Logophile” ‘oh but, perfect word, precise meaning, precious composition’
So I remain a poet
wishing to be a novelist
longing to be a novelist ‘if only I could find a word to describe…’
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