Words, words, words, I’m so sick of words!
I’m feeling a bit like Eliza Dolittle in My fair lady, when she tells Freddie that she’s over all the words surrounding her.
This week I have been surrounded by words in the following ways:
- submitted a few thousand words of my middle-grade novel to a publisher
- sent many, many emails in my volunteer role as a coordinator for basketball teams
- had a lovely five-hour dinner at a restaurant with a friend and discussed the matters of the world
- listened to Miss 10 talk non-stop about everything from cello lessons to the latest DIY panda bear whiteboard she’d like to make
- sat with friends at our dinner table and talked about both the highs and the lows of life
- had a writing meeting to discuss our next ten pages worth of words
- had an unusually long, unusually uninterrupted conversation with my husband because there was time over the long weekend
- read a couple of middle-grade books
- proofread an essay for Mr 13
- flicked through a new cookbook, noting all the ingredients in the different sections
So all these words are swirling around in my head, a cacophony of words from all the different parts of my life. Think I might need a few days of instrumental music or the sounds of silence. Or maybe I might just watch My fair lady!