Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I can think of one instance that doesn't exactly use -ough to sound as -ow but rather replaces -ough with - ow and I have always assumed changed the pronunciation as well. And that would be in The Rubyiat of Omar Khayam in possibly the most-quoted lines "a loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou beside me singing in the wilderness. Oh that wilderness were paradise enow!" Pardon any typos or paraphrasing as I am on my phone and hopeless with teeny tiny keyboard as.
I cannot find the word sometimes... very frustrating. That seems to be what you're experiencing.
However, if I need to say it in French (more so than my other languages) then it's better for me just say it and translate. More like what Andrea faces.
"I can know exactly what I want to write and then, seconds later, when I come to the point of typing the most important word, I find it’s gone. It matters not that I knew the word mere moments ago, somehow it has departed my brain and refuses to return."
Thank you ... I don't feel so bad knowing I'm not alone in this. These days it seems to take forever to write something.
It can be a medical thing, really, and we shouldn't make light of it around here. There are many different language impediments that come after strokes or with dementia.
And you know what? You were once a billion times smaller than that little speck. We all began as a single cell in our mother's womb. Pretty awe-inspiring, huh?
Just stumbled upon a recent video of Paul Simon being interviewed and found it most interesting. It seems he’s losing his hearing and the thought resonated with me and my fear of losing my sight. It was a point of contact, perhaps.
But then he started talking about how the songs for his latest album came to him. And they came in a dream. Bingo, I thought, that’s exactly what happens to me sometimes. Once again, I was reminded that “your old men will dream dreams” Joel 2:28, Acts 2:17. That has become almost a motto of mine over the last few years. It seems it’s true.
Anyway, Paul went on from there to thoughts of life, death and old age, all so familiar to me - although mine might be a bit more focused. Writers are so logical, you know. It was nice to hear that I’m not the only one experiencing old age in such a manner.
The video is below if you’re interested. Most of the stuff I’ve been talking about is in the first few minutes but you’ll probably be caught and listen to the whole thing. Be warned.
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