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Ah, the glamorous life of a writer. Fast cars, hot women, and the endorsement deals. My god, the endorsement deals! Pretty sweet gig, this life, all for tapping out a few words on a … excuse me.

(That’s not us? PRO SPORTS PLAYERS? THOSE guys are still around?!)

Okay, I’m back. It’s come to my attention that none of that first line was true. My apologies.

I suppose if writing were a sport, it would be fishing. Not even cool, exciting open water fishing. We’re talking boring-ass, sitting in a boat for hours on end doing nothing, fishing. In this hastily cobbled-together metaphor, the tackle used by a writer is words. And a good fisherman has a well-stocked tackle box.

I’m going to stock my tackle box with some new words, so that I may more easily lure a sentence-fish onto my boat. These are the brightly colored, feathery tackle words I hope to someday employ more readily:

Irascible

Verisimilitude

Execrable

Impetus

Savory

Unsavory

A great many architectural descriptions found in Chris Braak’s fiction pieces

Ubiquitous

Etymological

Etymological

Tributary

Incongruous

Counterintuitive

facile

irksome

And so on, in that fashion.

It’s a good life, this writin’ life.

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