It’s Only Words, And Words Are All I Have

I love words. Always have. Always will. And having declared myself on Tuesday to be a writer (!), I’m noticing them more. This morning I exchanged emails with a couple of authors – co-incidentally – and one complimented me on my choice of a particular word and with the other, I noticed a phrase she used which resonated with me. Two phrases, actually. Let’s do the word first. Sanguine. I know from the dormant part of me that fancies herself a linguist that sanguine has something to do with blood. And that awareness colours (pardon the pun) my use of the word, […]

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