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Day 7, 30 day writing challenge.

 
Most people blog about the same subject everyday. I find my blog to be rather eclectic, which at the moment, I also find annoying.  Subject matters are always on the forefront of my brain, then when I sit down to write something, poof, the word trees get stingy and keep all their good words to themselves...But, lo and behold, my dictionary app's word of the day just happens to be something fascinating, 'Jiggery-Pokery'.  Definition; Noun.  Chiefly British. 1) trickery; hocus-pocus; Fraud; humbug.  2) Chiefly British. Sly; underhanded action. 3) Chiefly British (What!?  It's Chiefly British?  Well no sh!t, the Brits always come up with the best words!), Manipulation, ex.  'after a little jiggery-pokery, the engine started.'  That sounds a wee suggestive...oh my brain.  I need to wash it out with soap.  *whistling innocently*
 
I have to tell you, between, Piffle, Tatterdemalion and this word, I am looking for ways to use them in my new story...How much fun are they?  Not the most fabulous meanings, yeah, rather on the dark or moody side, but they're so much fun to say. I take that back, piffle is a word of non-sense, (much like today's post), but still fun to say...like a Dr. Seuss word.  I want a fish and I will name it Piffle (just kidding).  Okay, I am treading in the gray area between making sense and making no sense (piffle!).
 
What is the point of my blog?  This...if I read more books, (I do read and I love to read!) I would probably discover a world of Willy Wonka Word Trees...places where Tatterdemalion is used so well, it truly does bring forth the emotions for who or what is being described.  Or even a place where a fun word like jiggery-pokery can be used in a much more ominous way, then it sounds.  After all, the word is fun, but it's meaning? Shady. 
 
I'm not even really sure this blog has a point (Piffle!!).  Maybe I did a jiggery-pokery on your mind (see def. #3) and made you think there was a point.   Who knows...I just wanted to write something quick, and painless (to me, not the reader) and use those three words.  Mission Accomplished...at some point I promise I will begin to make more sense.  I have a list of subjects to write about, have I used the list yet? No.
 
Until tomorrow....take two aspirin with a glass of beer or wine, because that is what this post will drive anyone to.

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