Dog Log, Blog Bog, Nog Hog


There’s no doubt now that my sane mind is leaving me.  My writer’s mind has taken over.  In doing research for my new novel that I will start on November 1st and end by November 30 (www.nanowrimo), I have, once again, become fascinated with words.  I’m always in awe of words, but when the fascination takes hold, I’m a little weird.                                           The above words are relevant to me.  Each word and its rhyming word was a “happening” in just one hour this morning (Friday Oct 26).  

Dog Log:                                                                                                                                             At 6:30 A.M. I cussed out my paper-man once again.  I made a vow to finally call the Californian and complain.  For 10 years my paper, like all my neighbors’ papers, has been thrown on my driveway…cool.  Since I don’t know my paper-guy, because he won’t send me a Christmas card so I can send him back a Christmas card with a nice monetary gift, I’m sure I’ve never done anything to piss him off.  But for no apparent reason, about six months ago, he started tossing my paper into the middle of the yard in the middle of my sprinklers. Yes, it’s wrapped in a plastic bag, but my feet aren’t. I never wear shoes around the house and I usually barefoot-it out into the wet yard for the wet plastic wrapped morning news. I can wipe my feet dry on the front porch carpet.  Today I stepped into a nice wet gushy dog-log. 

Blog Bog:                                                                                                                                       After digging out some papers from the trash and half-cleaning my feet, I threw down the paper and went to the office for some early blog writing. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Definitely a bogged-down brain…blog bog.
Nog Hog                                                                                                                                                I switched to some editing of last year’s finished novel and was hung up on a scene on New Year’s Day about some folks drinking Egg-Nog. I realized a funny thing.  The word nog in the dictionary is “any drink made with eggs.”  So why do we add  egg to the word?  I don’t know.  So, in the scene, I have the protagonist look into the fridge and say, “who was the nog-hog?”

By then it was 7:30 A.M. and it was evident that my poor readers were going to have to bear the brunt of those six words that entered my life in the first hour of the day.                                        For the next 30 days or so, I’m not allowing any special time to prepare this blog.  It’s all novel writing every day. Prepare for brain-splatter.

Sorry.

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2 Responses to Dog Log, Blog Bog, Nog Hog

  1. Joan Raymond says:

    Love it! Especially the ‘nog hog’. We have one of those at our house, except he does the last piece of ‘pizza hog’, last glass of ‘orange juice hog’ and the last piece of dark ‘choco-hog’. (Not to point fingers, but it’s the 16 year old.)

    Joan

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