Finding the words, the right words, to string together to make a blog post is not always an easy thing for me to do. I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe I just don’t have the right word storage.
I have friends who write for a living or whose living includes writing. Authors, attorneys, corporate writers, university professors. I imagine they have a beautiful vintage Louis Vuitton trunk full of words to use in their writing. They just open the lid, and their stock of beautiful words flows out like a melody.
I have other friends and acquaintances who are great with words and can write paragraphs of interesting sentences that make me want to read the WHOLE thing. I imagine they store their words in something like this and when they open it their words are neatly arranged in perfect order.
I sometimes struggle to bang out three or four paragraphs of words that make sense. The problem might be that I keep my words in this bucket. There isn’t any order, I just reach in and pull out any old words and then try to arrange them.
I keep my hot swear words in the bucket below and since there are fewer of them they are much easier to get to but the open top often allows for escape.
They say the more you write, the better you get. I take that to mean the better your word storage gets. I hope so because I really would love to store my little stock of words in something like the picture below. They would still be a jumble but at least not the dollar store kind, and the inside zipper pocket would hold “shit” securely.
I’m going to keep writing and hope that one day when I reach for my bucket of words the bucket has a lovely monogrammed “LV” all over it and didn’t come from the knock-off aisle at the dollar store.
Until then……shit… will happen.