When I was hired as a creative and wordsmith in January, my last two blogs died a sudden death-by-starvation: I had no more words left after each day's working-with-words. I announced, with great flair and drama, that I was putting my blogs to rest. (I think I even wore black for a week?) But it seems, while I wasn't looking, I developed a kind of writing-stamina - a level of linguistic fitness that suddenly showed up at the door to my heart with a gentle knocking, asking to be let inside to play again! At first, I tried the ol' pen and paper journal vibe - but the undeniable need to communicate drove me back here to Blogger. (I still desperately dislike the word 'blog'.) There seems very little point in detailing one's life on paper for anonymous posterity when instead you could be making people chuckle, guffaw, sigh, not yawn, cry, think, believe, hope, heal and daydream. (Well, that's what I hope, anyway!)
For my blog title, I chose a Frenchified translation of three words a friend gave me this morning in describing me. (I was stumped in finding a blog title -- 'Glitter Bomb' had already been taken -- so I asked for some assistance of the erudite kind.)
Heart. Truth. Words.
The Truthful Heart. La Coeur Veridique.
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A snappy closing paragraph is eluding me... (*sigh*) The hadedas are shouting for summer in the icy winter wind. Grey clouds wash darkly over the blue-pale sky. My child fell asleep on the couch under a mountain of cuddly toys -- the house so quiet that each typed sentence rolls across this keyboard like thunder. (And I smile quietly at my perpetually dramatic explanations of things that I am sure must make people wonder if I can ever be simple, flat and quiet.)
