Sep 22 2008
THE CAIN LETTERS Wordle
It’s like an infection. But a nice infection. It’s the kind of infection that makes you feel fuzzy inside. And it only seems to affect writers. I’ve become infected. I can’t escape from it. The disease known as ‘Wordle’ has plagued my arteries in much the same way bloated, fat deposits have plagued them. But I don’t care. I have become ‘one’ with the ‘Wordle’. It is a part of me as I am a part of it. It has become my essence. My fire. It has encompassed the very fiber of my being and the words of my book, a portrayal unlike anything I have ever seen. My characters live in it like watercolors on canvas, and they swirl and swim endlessly, in and out of each other, malleable, changing, being, needing, wanting. Loving. *Sighs*….
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