... she had so many words she didn't know what to do.
But the words are unruly, undisciplined, neglected and over-indulged by turns. Overpopulation leads to mediocrity, they squabble for attention they don't deserve, their constant silly chatter and bickering is driving me mad. Or else they disappear for whole days so I don't know where they are and worry about what's happened to them.
Behave! I shout, come to order! other people's words do, they're made to work, they pull their weight around the place, they look nice, have nice manners, express themselves well, get good reports at school ...
Yes, the words answer back insolently, but they're not poor like we are!
Something must be done, some order in the house. Draconian measures are called for, a barrier method, a strict statute of limitations. ( There you go again, the words jeer, more little brothers and sisters! You could have just said said 'limit'...)
It's like with tomato plants, limit to three trusses per plant, ( The words snigger and nudge and poke fun at the hapless word 'truss' ), or all you have are a whole lot of undersized, underripe tomatoes.
I was round at Clare's the other day, now her words are so lovely! (The words pout and sulk, small-minded envy and jealousy being prevalent in this household, always worrying about what someone else has got that you haven't...). She manages her words so well she's even set up a new blog, where she writes just thirty a day about a regular walk that she does. Over-reaching broodiness nibbled at me, could I run to that as well? But I know really I shouldn't, it would be irresponsible and would overburden yet further the kind people who take an interest.
But that could be the solution, just thirty words a day, only thirty of you allowed, or less. The words try to push their luck, thirty, they whine, only thirty? We'll never manage! Fifty, go on, make it fifty!
I waver momentarily, but stand firm. No, I say, thirty, and no arguing. Consider yourselves lucky I don't make it a haiku!
So the new regime starts tomorrow. No limit on photographs, the title doesn't count, neither do comments I make, here or elsewhere, and perhaps I'll exempt hyperlinks, as they are at least working for a living and doing someone else a service. If it's less than thirty, better still, and some days I may not post at all. I don't know how long it will last, but may be a way out of the dissatisfied doldrums and time-wasting I find myself in.
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