Trusted.

I trusted you. I trusted you with my life. I trusted you with my secret and you said you understood. I trusted you because you told me to. You said you would not let me down. You said now was my time, and someday it would be yours. You said “I’m here.” You said you loved me. You said you’d never give up on me. And then I never saw you again.

Executive. I had to make an executive decision.

Briefcases come to mind and men in suits.

I feel like very often when I see one of these words, what comes to mind is a definition. Either a phrase or a context in which I usually hear it, or a visual image of what the word means. It very rarely causes me to think of a circumstance or a creative way in which I can write about it.

I’ll have to work on that.

Structured. I’ve clearly been too influenced by commercials in the past because what comes to mind is “Structured Settlement. ” How annoying that THAT would interfere with my creative writing at such a later date. If only important information could become so embedded.

Ok, one other thought that came to mind was “a properly structured sentence.”

There. That was more academic.

Woven. Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.

Charlotte’s web comes to mind too.

Woven wound the wintery whythm of the whispering willow, the wascally wabbit wan.

Whe Wend.

For weal.

However.

I use this word far too much.

And yet, right now I can’t think of a single way to use it! But that won’t stop me from typing anything at all that comes to mind until my time is up. (Yes, I know that’s two places I could have used it but it wouldn’t have flowed quite right. Ok, now there’s three places…)

Approach.

Cautiously she approached. She could hear him crying, and could see him at the end of the tube. He shuffled further back when he saw her, afraid.

“It’s ok” said the kid. “She’s cool. She can help. She can hear them too.”

Policy. First thing I thought of was “police.” But that’s not what this is.

Hmmm…

Policy…. Office policy comes to mind. Policies that doctor’s have….

Nope. I’m still thinking police. Maybe if you break policy they’ll call the police! -Whoever “they” are.

Ugh. What’s the policy on ending this exercise early?

Shape. Oh gosh, so many possibilities again. I’m remembering a picture in art class when I was in elementary school. A kid drew a bunch of shapes, but the shapes themselves were made out of smaller versions of that same shape. I think we were in second or third grade. Pretty young. It looked cool, and the kid had intersected the shapes and everything. Way out of anyone else’s league.

Wanted.

She’d never felt wanted, but that was ok. She did well on her own. But there was always that longing. That empty space. Watching others who had that bond, a connection. Still, it would complicate things. This she knew.

Gym. I remember elementary school gym. I liked it. Even though I often felt like the gym teacher was a complete chauvinist. I loved hanging off the rings, and I loved climbing the long rope. I could easily make it all the way up to the top back then. I doubt I could pull myself up an inch now. Note to self… work on that.

It figures.

So many thoughts… figure of speech, human figure… I don’t really like to think about that last one. My own figure.

How about figuring things out? I’ve always been good at that. If there’s a concrete solution to something I can usually figure it out. I can figure out some abstract things too, but with abstract there’s so many possibilities, and I think of so many of them, spidering out into more and more and more possibilities, that I get overwhelmed. I prefer tackling finite things.

Ah, I did this one. I wasn’t sure if I had. For me the word changes over pretty late in the day so I can’t always remember if I’ve done it when I log in first thing the following morning.

I guess this blurb will come right on the “heels” of my last one. “Heel boy! Heel!”

Heels. I used to hate wearing heels. I still prefer not to wear them. If I must wear them, I carry them with me to whatever “place of requirement” I’m going, slip them on there, and take them off again the moment I leave. I like the way they look but not enough to torture myself. I like skirts, but often forgo wearing them just so I can avoid having to wear heels.

I wondered as I wandered.. that’s a song isn’t it?

I just realized yesterday’s word was “Wand.” Maybe a “Wander” could be someone who wields a wand. It could be a derogatory term for someone who waves one around a lot, used by those who can turn you to dust with just a point of their finger.

Wand. I used to have a magic wand. Actually I had several. I have one at the moment too. It lights up. I justified the purchase by telling myself it was a practical item. -Just cooler.

When I was younger the wands I had were magician’s wands. I had several. I had breaking wands, collapsing wands, linking wands, weighted wands… My first wand was made of wood. I loved it. I may even still have it. It’s been a while since I opened that trunk… Actually, I’m pretty sure I do still have it. I sewed a red fabric case for it, with a gold button. I’ve had that wand since I was five.

Scarves.

They’re so inconvenient to wear. Always unwrapping, hanging down, getting tangled or caught in things, falling off… never quite covering my neck in the middle where I’ve knotted it or wrapped it around.

Now I wear those tube things. Been wearing them for years. It’s like a turtleneck, but just the neck part. Works perfectly. Pull it over my head, covers me, no gaps, no drafts. I love these things.

I still like the look of scarves. Scarves are pretty! I just wish I could wear them without all the hassle!

I rarely want to make a statement. Most of the time I prefer to go unnoticed. To fly under the radar. I prefer to do things quietly. Unless someone else tries to take credit for my work. That pisses me off! But other than that, I’d prefer to be unseen and do what needs to be done.

I’ve often wondered what would happen if I completely disappeared.

Actually I haven’t. That’s just the first thing that came to mind to write. It sounds pretty typical doesn’t it?

I actually know what would happen if I disappeared so I don’t wonder about it. Well… if I just up and disappeared right in front of someone and vanished into thin air that might be different. And interesting. I suppose they’d deny it – If they were smart!

Almost.

She was almost there.

We almost had it. Except we didn’t.

Almost is so close. Almost can also be close to an averted catastrophe.

Isn’t there an Edward Almost too?

(Oh my gosh there’s still time?)

It’s almost 60 seconds!

Swept away…

Really that’s all that comes to mind. That and sweeping.

I swept for years before I got a vacuum. I don’t have carpeting, and brooms were just easier to store. To this day I still have a small broom and dustpan hanging from the side of my toilet, from when I used to flush kitty litter and would inevitably spill some on the floor.

Example.

“She tried to lead by example. Unfortunately, her example wasn’t a very good one.”

“Example on a math test.”

“Give me an example.”

Ok, now the word is beginning to look funny to me. You know, from staring at it too long? I hate it when that happens.

Ugh. Control. Something I feel the need to have and often feel like I have none of. It’s not that I’m controllinING, though it might seem that way to some. I need to control my own environment so I can feel safe and function. If someone is a part of that environment, then their behaviour is included in that. I really don’t care what people do when they’re not around me, but if they can’t behave in a way that allows me to feel safe and function properly, then I can’t have them around.

Specific.

I would specifically like to know when the new word changes over on this site. Since I had this specific word yesterday and, though I can’t be too specific at the moment, what I wrote then wasn’t all that interesting. So I would like another word now please. Or I’d like to know at what specific time this site switches to new words so I can return then and write something a little less specific than this specific prose on this specific word. Specifically.

Specific. Specifically what? Ugh. My mind is drawing a complete blank. I think this word is too specific. How about specimen? Can I write on that? It looks a little like that. No?

Could you be more specific about what you’d like me to write about?

Basic. I already did this one. How unoriginal am I that i can’t think of anything new to say and find myself wanting to repeat what I said yesterday? Basic-ally I guess that means I’m too tired to do this right now and should not attempt to be witty and creative before 9am.

Basic. Basic instincts. Basic…. isn’t there a line of basic toiletry products? Like skin products and shampoo and stuff? For some reason, the colors white, green and orange come to mind. Maybe that’s their logo.

There’s also Basic the computer language. If anyone remembers that. -Did I just age myself?