Word Cache

Free your life with words…

I read a book called Poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge, and one thing that struck me was Susan’s direction to collect words.  Her idea was to use them for poetry, but I’ve gone and added word collecting to my novel-writing.  I don’t keep any formal lists, though I really ought to.  I’ll run across a word I like, forget to write it down, and then it’s gone.

However, there are certain words that I have stuck in my head. Not sure how I will use them, but the lyrical poetry of just saying them is kind of magical.

  • Plotting – yeah, still not sure why this word is cool, but I love it.
  • Passion – you can never have too much of that
  • Flirting – how the ‘fl’ rolls off your tongue, then the implication of the word
  • Charming – I just like this word. Prince Charming, he’s charming, it was charming…. Yeah, I use it a lot.
  • Smitten – not a word used much, but well, fun.
  • Cheshire – a word I love for the Cheshire Cat, plus I have a friend who has a smile like that.
  • Shimmering – brings a lot of thoughts to my mind.
  • Magical – I seem to use this word a lot. Don’t ask me why.
  • Pounding –  Pounding heart, pounding thunder, the drums pounded. A very forceful word that has a wealth of meaning.
  • Thundering – Kind of like Pounding.
  • Etherial – It just sounds light and airy.
  • Twilight – not from the book, but I’ve always loved this word.
  • Lingering – Lingering twilight, lingering look, a lingering kiss. Try and tell me that that word isn’t sensual.

And the reason for this post is because of an ABC Castle promo from this summer about Castle repeats.  You can see the vid here.  I highly recommend it because well, if you like Castle like me, then you will just enjoy this. But all the fun words is very inspiring.

So does anyone else collect words?  Do you find you hear a word and just have to steal it for yourself?  I do it. I also do it with names.

Signing off

~Kate

Lavender-Blue Twilight

It's twilight time.

‘She walked home in the lingering twilight.  A world of lavender-blue.  Houses, cheery with warm lit windows, brought a smile to her face.  Some houses had their blinds open, revealing the evening edition of news on televisions.  Some just showed warm lights. In one, she could see old Mrs. Towne reading her newspaper as she sat in her Queen Anne chair.

 

At the Grant’s, Todd and his son, Gregory, were tossing a football back and forth.  Trying to get in a few more spirals before the darkness set in.

A thin film of wood smoke floated down from chimneys and stovepipes, scenting the air with a spicy winter smell.  If she closed her eyes, she could step back  a few weeks to before Christmas.  The smells were what she thought were only right for holidays.  But it was now mid-January, so she felt it incongruent to the time.  The smoke scent was still pleasing though, and she sniffed appreciatively.

Her legs were cold.   The temperature dropped  faster and faster as the world turned darker.  At the little bridge she crossed before home, she saw the Canadian geese settled in on the bank.  There was a slight honking sound as her boots clomped over the wooden planks.’

 

I was walking home the other night, and this sort of just came to me.  I was reading in a book about Christmas recipes, how the world becomes lavender-blue this time of year when twilight sets in.  It sounded really magical and pretty.  And it really does have a lavender-blue look to everything.  So just enjoy my mind in a descriptive mood.

Signing off

~Kate