Saturday, January 30, 2010


For Christmas this year my husband bought me Endangered Words by Simon Hertnon. What fun! And that is how I found the word apophenia, which means seeing patterns and connections in seemingly random and meaningless data.

But is anything really random? Or meaningless for that matter? It seems that as a writer I spend an inordinate amount of time finding those random things to place here and there, all in an effort to surprise my readers. So while I enjoy how the word rolls around in my mouth - a-poh-FEE-nee-a - I'm not sure what to think about it beyond that. And so I've decided how I shall use it in the future - as the name of a character.

Apophenia sneezed as she stepped outside into the early morning sun. Damn, winter grass, she thought. She'd told the gardener and her husband how allergic she was to it and yet did either of them care? Apparently not as here she was with red eyes and itchy nose. She strode down the sidewalk, her arms pumping as she strutted, and plotted her revenge. 

Friday, January 22, 2010

What writer's do.

Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted. ~Jules Renard, Journal, 10 April 1895

Found this quote today and absolutely love it! Yes, this explains it all. Why I love writing so much.

I'm sitting here this morning talking with my mother. She sits in her urn on the mantle of the fireplace. I will admit the conversation is a bit one-sided, but not completely.

As I write the words down I can hear her voice in my head, "I can't believe you would talk about something like that."

Oh Mother, that's what writers do!