Jan 16, 2010

My Love for Words

Words. Oh how I love you.

Oh how you somehow appear before my eyes on a blank document.

Click, clack, clickety, clack.

Clackety, click, clack, click.

My fingers pound against letters.

Click. Clack. Click.

Caps Lock L-O-V-E.


Love. Love. Love.

And I am like the Cookie Monster.

But I eat words.

Om Nom Nom

But words are like cookies.

Their delicious sentences flavorful on my tongue.

Oh. But that's talking, right?


Om Nom Nom.

Even when I write you by hand it's absobloominglutely luverly.

You're the reason I keep my sanity

The reason I get those novels written down


Karla is . . .

The end!