Words and I met on a sunny afternoon in a brightly coloured classroom. We didn't hit it off. I'm fairly certain Words judged me for colouring in the alphabet pictures instead of copying them, mispronouncing phonetic conundrums and taking a while to grasp the concept of the magic 'e'. The dislike was pretty mutual. I assumed Words was being unnecessarily complicated and fickle; besides, my first love was play-doh.
Despite our distaste, we co-existed peacefully for a number of years. Words patiently waited while I grasped phrases, learnt about adjectives, verbs, nouns and tenses. We rejoiced together when I started to construct, whole, thought-out sentences. We'd have high-fived if we'd known about the high-five.
Finally, in my 7th year of school, I won an award for Words. We celebrated, had a wonderful time, but my youthful naivety soon abandoned Word-play for drama and a love of the stage. Several years later, when I crawled back, cap in hand - evidently not the next Kate Winslet, Words welcomed me with open arms and we got to work.
We wrote a play together, we wrote for a university compilation of student work, we started melodramatic blogs and completed a degree. We couldn't imagine not being together. Until we were sick of the sight of each other and went our separate ways. We kept in contact; emails, notes, etc... but there was no heart in the creation of such things and we both became despondent and sad.
Words and I are trying to reunite. To put the past behind us and move forward. We want to write things, rediscover a lost passion, use the alphabet in new and exciting ways... But most importantly, and straight from the bottom of our inky hearts, we'd like to make me a millionaire.
We attempt this new blog with a promise to only be useful and never self-indulgent. We welcome Gemma and Word-lovers alike. Together, we can make the world a more literate and poetic place to be! And at the very least, we can put some jolly amusing sentences together for the sheer ruddy joy of it.
