Wisdom

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Wise are those who will not hide their gems in an iron-bound chest
Afraid the administration’s taxman will take it along with the rest
Not for them the glittering piles of golden wares
An inheritance to pass on to their heirs
Not a chest but a room of shelves, a veritable library
For to them, these books are their precious treasury


61 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Treasury

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CCC081: The Doctor’s House

The doctor’s house wasn’t on a bus route. I had to pick my way through a waterlogged meadow, deeply pitted by the cattle, then through a wood alive with every kind of biting thing. But eventually there was the road, and the doctor’s house.

I’d asked during the online interview whether he was a medical doctor or a professor with a doctorate. It was only after the connection dropped that I realised he hadn’t answered. Yet the questions he’d asked me tested my knowledge of anatomy, so I guessed him something in the medical line.

But then, why would he want someone proficient with needle and thread?

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #081

Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps an  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are only two criteria:

!!!!! Your creative offering is indeed yours !!!!!

!!!!! Your writing is kept to 150 words or less !!!!!

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Spring, Glorious Spring

Some of the flowers seen on our walk on 18th March 2026, and a surprise at the end. Come enjoy this glorious feast for your soul and your eyes…

🔽⏬ Is it any wonder these early flowering plants have found their way into our gardens

18th March 2026

🔼 Forget-me-knot, the first ones I’ve seen this year 🔽 Daffodils, as if I need say

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18th March 2026

🔼 Primroses 🔽 This mauve form is restricted in distribution (I know a few places where it grows)

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

Violets  🔼 white and 🔽 violet forms

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

Two that have remained ‘wild’ 🔼 Red deadnettle 🔽 Butterbur, a lover of boggy stream edges

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

🔼 So difficult to identify the many species of the plum family. But though I see no thorns, neither do I see leaves so I’ll guess at black thorn, aka quick thorn, mother of sloes 🔽 And which willow does this belong to? We’ll just say pussy willow aka Sallow

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18th March 2026

Seeds! Oh yes they are. 🔼 The wonderful fluff of Old Man’s Beard aka Traveller’s Joy aka Clematis vitalba 🔽 Mistletoe berries. How many kisses await you here?

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And now for your surprise. Butterflies!

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🔼 Peacocks 🔽

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Hope you enjoyed. It really was a glorious walk!

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Sunday Picture Post: Walking On Sunshine

Weather forecast for 18th March 2026: gentle wind, gentle warmth, and sunshine. Not going to need the thermals today. So let’s go, let’s walk on sunshine!

18th March 2026

🔼 Our destination, Swardeston, and we hop off the bus with a definitive spring to our step 🔽 Where most villages have long since lost their common, Swardeston retains two. This is the lower common, lower as in ‘in the river valley’

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

These pastures are still referred to as the water meadows, although they’ve not been deliberately flooded this side of WWII (my father remembers skating on those at nearby Newton Flotman. 🔼 I’m thinking this is drainage from the fields on the hill (hill, as in the Norfolk sense) 🔽 My favourite tree, still throwing her arms in the air and dancing

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

🔼 We’re in that swathe of villages where it seems every tree is host to the mistletoe 🔽 Trees are greening, catkins are browning, and here’s the gate that takes us into the woods

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

🔼🔽 Daffodils are everywhere at this season, but none delight the eye as those that paint the woodland floor in hues of sunshine-gold

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

🔼 With where this village lies I expected this small stream to be a tributary of the Tas (which is a tributary of the Yare . But no, it’s a direct tributary of the Yare. A footbridge is provided for we adventurous walkers 🔽 Woodland part two

18th March 2026

18th March 2026

🔼 This part of the walk ends in a gate onto a lane, that lane will take us back to the start 🔽 Along the way, the houses display more imagination than our modern offerings

18th March 2026

That’s all for today. Hope you enjoyed this sunny walk. Next week… more sun! But a totally different environment

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Image credit: Sophia via Pixabay

Biblio: noun, book
Phobia: suffix, fear
A: prefix, not
Abibliophobia: compound noun, fear of running out of books to read.

I fully understand that fear. With no kindle in tow, I’ll read the ingredients on a ketchup bottle.

Interestingly – because abibliophobes are renowned for gathering interesting snippets – in Steven Mithen’s The Language Puzzle he tells us that the smaller the language community, the longer their words.

Judging by that little snip, the abibliophobia community is quite small. Though not as small as the column-writers employed in 1931 by Daily Orange who gave us supercalifragilisticexpialidocious


94 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Abibliophobia

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CCC080: An Alien World

And in a great sweep of magic
That could have been tragic
I crashed into an alien world
My people would cry
They’d not understand why
How my life-blood was roaring
My senses soaring
Around me, diamond-spangled
Mosses, horns and skeletal trees
In awe I fell to my knees
Did our world hold greater treasures than these

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #080

Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps an  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are only two criteria:

!!!!! Your creative offering is indeed yours !!!!!

!!!!! Your writing is kept to 150 words or less !!!!!

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Getting in Closer at Gunton

More photos taken on our walk through Gunton Woods and Warren on 9th March 2026. Enjoy

9th March 2026

🔼 Blackthorn flower buds, with mist-dripped water drops 🔽 Yay! Fungi 🤪

9th March 2026

9th March 2026

🔼 First time I’ve noticed these but I’m fairly sure these are the hazel’s female flowers (the golden catkins are male flowers) 🔽 Have to love the mist, for the mist shows us this

9th March 2026

9th March 2026

🔼 So many daffodils this past month but now is the turn of the lowly lovely primrose 🔽 Seems to be honeysuckle berries. Except I’ve never seen them this pale. Maybe a cultivated variety since we are close to houses

9th March 2026

🔽 No question about this. Gorse!

9th March 2026

9th March 2026

🔼 A rich variety of mosses and lichen grow on the sandy soil of the Warren 🔽 Love the colour of these dunes fungi! ⏬ Brackets or crusts? Whichever, it’s such a good season for them, so wet

9th March 2026

9th March 2026

🔽 This year’s honeysuckle, twining amongst last year’s dried bracken

9th March 2026

🔽 Another relic of our coastal defenses back in World War II. A sea mine. Wide arrays of these protected our shores from invading ships

9th March 2026

And that’s all for now. Hope you enjoyed.

And next week it’s something different again

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Words On Writing #12

I’m reading the final book in an 8-book series, and to be this far through a series you know I’m enjoying it. Except for one niggly detail. The choice of a word.

And that word sparked this week’s post.

Annoying words

What was that annoying word?

Jog, which in this book alternates with trot, and that’s as bad.

Problem is, these joggers and trotters aren’t keep-fitters, or horses. They’re spaceship crew hurrying to their various stations. They don’t rush, they don’t dash. Or fly. They don’t hasten. They jog. Or trot. It makes me think of joggers jogging along a suburban street. For me it doesn’t work in the given situation. It kicks me out of the story every time I encounter it. But I’m a great fan of the writer, and it’s a strong plot with believable characters, so I stick with it despite the author’s annoying word choice

While on the subject of word choice, let’s look at the words that editors and writing gurus consider troublesome

Redundant words

Examples:

  • Sit down.
  • Stand up.
  • Free gift
  • Added bonus
  • Close proximity
  • Armed gunman
  • True fact
  • Past history
  • Plan ahead.
  • Run quickly.
  • Unintentional accident
  • Absolute certainty
  • Advance warning
  • Audible click
  • Divide it up.
  • Early beginnings
  • End result

[Interesting to note that WP wanted to correct my word list!]

I’ve lifted these examples from Collins Good Writing Guide, 2003. It’s a massive tome that’s proven invaluable to me. It contains everything a writer needs to know, from punctuation to grammar to untangling confusing words, and more. Reading my own work, I can see that I often ignore it. Nobody’s perfect.

Apart from the fact these words aren’t needed, a writer’s use of these redundant words (pleonasms) snaggles the reader’s eye and slows the pace. Worse if the reader is as pedantic as me for it’ll kick them right out of the story. Bye-bye reader.

Strangely, few of those ‘writing craft advisors’ I’ve so far encountered on You Tube mention pleonasms as something to be avoided despite most of them are editors. They’re more focused on demonising weak words

What are weak words?

Words that do nothing to aid the reader’s understanding of the prose despite the writer might believe them essential. But isn’t that what pleonasms are?

Adverbs fall into this category, although no one denies that some adverbs are needed. Example already given is run quickly. How about shout loudly? Whisper quietly?

As you can see, these adverbs are redundant – as are most adverbs, but not all.

Then there’s what I’d call fluff words.

In fiction writing, these include repetitive descriptions, repetitive ruminations, repetitive dialogue. Repetitive anything.

I could continue, ad infinitum, being boringly repetitive. But I respect my readers.

Let’s move on to another class of words that all conscientious writers are strongly advised to remove. Filter words.

What is a filter word?

It’s any word that stands between the reader and the protagonist. Examples:

  • She could smell the smoke.
  • His mouth felt like the bottom of a budgie’s cage. His fault for overindulging last night.
  • She heard the bells ringing far too loudly.
  • Too late to avoid her, he saw her coming towards him.

They’re sensory words. And they’re lazy words.

To rephrase:

  • She sniffed the air. Was that wood smoke, or a barbeque?
  • He grimaced at the foul grittiness that lingered in his mouth. His fault for overindulging last night.
  • She slammed her hands over her ears. Those bells were far too loud this morning.
  • He glanced around for an easy escape. Too late, she’d already seen him.

But hey, I hear you say, that’s the long way of doing it. Oh yes, so it is. It’s showing, not telling, and it draws the reader tight into the protagonist’s world. Immersive.

Additionally…

Weak verbs v strong verbs

Example:

  • The writer is advised to get rid of the weak passive voice and replace it with the active voice.
  • Following the advice given, the writer replaced the weak passive voice with an active verb.

The passive voice robs the protagonist of his agency, makes him the victim and often requires the word ‘by’.

  • It was a tradition that every year the 10-acre field would be scythed by the farmer’s eldest son.
  • It was a tradition that every year the farmer’s eldest son would scythe the 10-acre field.

While on verbs, I’d like to add this one…

Imperfect tense

In other words, to be + ing verbs.

Examples:

  • He was racing. She was smiling. He’s thinking.
  • He raced. She smiled. He thinks.

Getting rid of to be + ing not only reduces wordcount better than a weightwatchers diet but speeds the reading.

Rhythm

Apart from ramping up the wordcount, and annoying pedantic readers (me), thus losing readers, what is wrong with these weak words and filters that they must be demonised?

We could say pacing. But rhythm is the more accurate word.

Rhythmic prose draws the reader in. No stumbling, no trudging, the reader glides. It is a beautiful thing. I’ve heard it called poetic cadence. And so it is.

In conclusion

Despite how certain writing gurus phrase those shalt nots and shall do’s highlighted in this post, none can be counted as a hard unforgiveable rule. They’re guidelines, no more than that.

There are times when a weak verb tops a strong verb, when an adverb is essential, and when a filter IS required. For clarity. For rhythm. Used with intentionality for the greater pleasure of our reader.

I thank you for reading.

What words annoy you when reading? As always, I’m happy to receive your comments 💖

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