I thought about this day of W and came up with way too many words to write about (there were three just then), and so I thought I wouldn’t concentrate on just one W word. I would write and see how many I could use while still writing a meaningful post (meaningful is a relative term here).
Writing about the A to Z challenge puts me in a state of wondrous rapture. I waltz around my office in a state of woozy happiness with the thought of all the warmhearted folks I’ve met this monththrough the words we all share and love to put to paper, be you “writer” or not. To be a writer entails much time alone, but here is proof of all my workfellows out in the world writing alongside me. I might be alone in my office, but not in my online world.
Three or four hundred years ago I would have been condemned as a witch, communicating soundlessly with wayfarers around the world, wasting time in front of screens while I wantonly spurn “real” companionship. But they, those long ago accusers would have been wrong. Because the magic I/we have isn’t mystical or an illusion. This is our real life. This is what gives meaning to each and every day. We are not woebegone winesops (I hope!), or warlocks, or weary worms writhing in barren soil. We may worry and be