I am a little put out with my second daughter. She's smart. She's got a great job. She doesn't have to worry about things like writers' block. But I do, especially since she introduced me to a new word. FARKLE.
Now THAT'S a word. So I find myself fascinated with all the nuances, the inuendos, the contexts in which we might find the word FARKLE.
For instance, if you Farkle on a friend's sofa, should you attempt to clean it up before she sees it?
Do you Farkle more after a full meal?
If your speakers are turned off, are your Farkles "silent, but deadly?"
What's the sound of one hand Farkling?
If you Farkle in a forest and no one hears it, does it still count?
When people are scared, might they Farkle in the dark?
And is it better to light that one little Farkle, or to curse the darkness?
And if everyone lit just one little Farkle, would it be a brighter world?
I can't count the hours I've Farkled away thinking of these stupid sayings. I do know that they are hours NOT spent working on my new books.
Oh, well. I also Farkle away time painting. To see some of my efforts, Go to my foster care site at www.beyonderqueen.net and click on the link to my author site. My paintings are in the "About Me" section.
AND "live long and Farkle."
