Diary Writing
My hands dance in excitement as I write these 'words'. It's as if I found them in my own throat. What I've been saying is no longer a picture, but a swift motion turned into 'letters'. It's as if I am a young child in the river. I have found a turtle and moonstone! For writing is hard to decipher, but my hands love these beautiful words! As if I devour them like my grandmother's snow candy and peppermints, it feels like they fill me. The different feeling between writing and saying is truly amazing. I write 'vowels' and 'consonants', when will the joy ride end? My hope is never! There is one down side my hands are starting to get sore, and my pen needs a new tub of ink so I will stop for now to rest and think of more words!
It is the day after I've discovered words and my accomplishment has yet to be heralded. I am still as happy as a lark and I've decided to come up with a name for this collection of writing! It shall be called a diary. I shall nurture it with words that are true, and lovely and.......... gritty! I shall express my feelings, and love, and cherished times, and bad times, and even times I've made new words like 'gritty'! I say gritty because I dislike my father's grits, therefore saying it is something I dislike, or want to throw to the hogs. Truly, I think I will write for the rest of my life!
My diary is coming along well and I am discovering one after the next of words to fit into my 'written vocabulary'. I've written about the new foals and the old foals, the green and the gray, I've also written about 'rhyming'! I don't know why, but I was writing down words in my word diary and they just kind of connected. Here I will show you an 'example'.
Rhubarbs and cactus barbs, or
simple and sample.
Pretty cool right? I've been thinking of making them 'make sense'. I have to think on this though, I will 'see you later, alligator' hah, hah!
It has been a week since I have visited my traditional way of writing. I have been writing a new form called 'poetry'. It has been a great experience, but it becomes tiresome and I start to feel 'melancholy' for my traditional style of writing. Anyways, would you like to hear some of my 'poetry'?
Kittens look like they will never be quitten,
they look so graceful yet queer,
they 'meow' while their Mommas' prowl,
and hunt for their young babies that are oh, so near.
So how do you like it? I hope it is well because that is the best one I've created.
I write to you from my only piece of 'paper' left. My mother has found this and she is afraid I've gone crazy talking to a sheet. I try to tell her what scientific breakthroughs and 'words' you are for, but she will not have it. So I've included a small walkthrough of how to work my 'writing system' to whomever finds this. I shall now be under strict watch in the camp, so farewell words and writings, this makes me sad but I truly hope you find someone to teach floating down the river.