Y-Y-Yowlin’ at the Moon
I have a yen (noun) to be done with yonder (adjective) alphabet posts. I am yearningly (adverb) reaching for next week when I can yowl (verb) at the moon. Or I can choose to yelp, yodel, or yip instead. Yay!
I have a yen (noun) to be done with yonder (adjective) alphabet posts. I am yearningly (adverb) reaching for next week when I can yowl (verb) at the moon. Or I can choose to yelp, yodel, or yip instead. Yay!
Are joy (noun) and jocularity (noun) related? Seen in juxtaposition (noun), joy comes from deep within, and jocularity is more a surface thing. We can be jovial (adjective) even while we jest (verb), which can be taken jokingly (adverb) or jeeringly (adverb). How do I want to come across to others? Bonus thought: The definition…
I used to struggle as a writer with putting myself into a scene. Once I learned how to visualize (verb) scenes, it vitalized (verb) my description and action sequences. No longer do I need to stare vacantly (adverb) off into space–at least not for long. Visualization (noun) is a valuable (adjective) resource for any writer.
Are you a fan of farmers’ markets? I hope so! Nowhere else are you going to find produce this fresh. Nowhere else can you meet the farmers and gardeners proud enough to stand behind their wares–literally as well as figuratively. It always amazes me when someone walks the paths of the market but doesn’t make…
This weekend we said goodbye to a historic (adjective) herd (noun) of Hereford (noun) cattle. They will be humanely (adverb) treated at their new home (noun). Now we have (verb) other options such as focusing our farm on herbs (noun) and honey (noun).
The romance novella’s characters will go geocaching (verb), the new author gleefully (adverb) announces. Yes, she is giddy (adjective) about being ineligible for the Genesis (adjective) contest, which is closed to published and contracted authors, though she is very grateful (adjective) for the contest, the judges, and the opportunities it opened. She is also thankful…
It’s early morning on Christmas Eve. Early yet, the house is quiet but for the strains of One Small Child coming from the holiday music channel on the TV. It’s dark but for the Christmas tree. The cats are curled up in two balls on the couch, and the dog snuffles quietly in his sleep…
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Fun wordplay! : )
Thanks, Alex! It’s been a fun few months playing with the alphabet. Now to figure out what Mondays will look like from now on!