Monday Messages…

Shhhhhhh… we’re about to enter the silent letter section of the library. There’s a number of hidden letters out there, just hoping to be found. I know this because I’ve been searching them out.

Why would be the first operative question!

When it comes to sneaky letters hiding in plain sight, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to understand the reasoning for this odd addition to the English language. If you wanted to be hidden, fine, but then why keep peeking out of words that didn’t need you there, in the first place?

Here we come Mr. McGoogle, so make us proud…

Silent letters are letters in English words that are written but not pronounced, appearing in roughly 60% of English words. They exist due to historical pronunciation changes, etymology, or to differentiate homophones. Common silent letters include b (climb), k (knee), w (write), h (hour), and t (listen), occurring at the beginning, middle, or end of words.

Wow!

Ok Mr. McGoogle, you didn’t have to do us that proud, really!

Oddly, I didn’t actually know that these silent letter words made up 60% of all English words. It’s rather embarrassing, if you think about it. Here we are, thinking we are so smart, but we still use silent letters like a salt shaker. Now my brain hurts.

So, if these letters aren’t needed, I wanted to know what the purpose was for adding them, so long ago.

Come on… let’s ask!

AI Overview

Silent letters exist primarily because English spelling was standardized before pronunciation changed, and because of efforts to reflect words’ original Latin, Greek, or French roots. They help distinguish homophones (e.g., knights vs. nights), indicate long vowels (e.g., rate vs. rat), and remain as remnants of older, fully pronounced words. 

Key reasons for silent letters: Etymology & History: Many letters were originally pronounced. For example, knee was pronounced with a hard ‘k’ in Old English, a practice that disappeared over time, but the spelling remained.

  • Renaisance Spelling Changes: Scholars often added letters to words to make them look more like their Latin or Greek origins, such as adding a ‘b’ to debt and doubt to match the Latin debitum and dubitare.
  • French Influence: Following the Norman Conquest, French scribes altered English spelling, which brought in silent letters.
  • Homophones: Silent letters help differentiate words that sound the same, such as “in” and “inn,” or “so” and “sew”.
  • Print Standardization: Early printing presses froze spellings, which meant older, non-phonetic spellings were locked in even as pronunciation continued to evolve. 

These seemingly useless letters often provide clues to the history and meaning of a word, even if they no longer correspond to a sound in modern English. 

Well, I guess if you want to give such a smart answer, Mr. McGoogle, fine! But you could have led with this explanation, in the first place. Maybe it’s my fault, as I should have asked this question first.

So, I’m going to give this rule a free ride, due to the answer given.

I can’t really argue with logic like this, so we’ll accept it as a valid answer to my queries, just this once. I don’t even have a snappy retort, or witty statement that might undermine such reasonings.

However, I will say that we already knew about Homophones from last week, so there’s that!

(2024) Let’s Dance…

Daily writing prompt
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

I think it would be absolutely fantastic if we could come up with a dance move called “The Wiwohka!”

Basically, it’d be the name you can give to people when they question your style of dance. The stranger, the better! Preferably, you can form your style into that of an inebriated surfer, riding the waves of the music, as if you’re being stalked by a great white!

Try it! It’ll be fun for the whole family!

Here, have a boogie cookie…

(2025) When I was five???

Daily writing prompt
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Quite honestly, I’m not sure I was thinking in terms of my future career when I was five years old. Baby dolls, kittens, puppies, candy apples at the fair, and how much I hated liver and onions are mostly all that I was thinking about at that age.

Being born and raised on a farm, my early days were spent on the back of a horse or eating all of the strawberries that my mother was trying to pick for making jam.

Though I may not have thought of my future career when I was five, it’s funny that I ended up doing one or more of my childhood activities for adult pursuits, i.e. raising babies, baking, gardening, camping, hunting, fishing, breeding dogs, homeschooling my children, and now, becoming a writer.

The writer part is the result of the thousands of books I read from the time I was tiny… that and watching Willy Wonka, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and The Sound of Music, just for starters!

I think that maybe that’s what a five year old should be doing at that age… not dreaming of a career, but dreaming of magic, miracles and adventure, pure and wonderful!

Who knows, though, maybe I was just slow to develop in that regard. Maybe I just watched too many cartoons, and/or read too many silly adventure books. Oh well, I’m still glad I spent my childhood with Gene Wilder, Julie Andrews, Dick Vandyke, and Angela Lansbury, aren’t you? Why? Because, my imagination was born there…

Have a cookie…

We can share!

Live Novel Friday…

***So, here’s how this works. I want to try for a graphic novel style, but with a twist. Each week, I’ll release a new episode accompanied by several questions for you to answer. These answers will determine the next weeks episode. Some weeks I may give you two alternative outcomes, while at other times, there will be questions that will direct the path of each character involved in the story. Sounds easy, right? I’ll do all the heavy lifting. Each episode will be flagged, so if you come in to the story midway, all you need do is scroll back on the feed to catch up. Let’s do this!***

The Wharf…

Episode I –

Life here can be very tough, for any soul not already hardened by life’s cruel realities!

The taverns and store fronts along the wharf are owned by varying disreputable men and women, both of which would sell you to the sea for the right amount of coin.

If one wants to eat, they must live and work in the midst of pirates, slave traders, treasure seekers, and drunkards. There was no room for anyone with weakness, nor naivety, of any kind. Letting your guard slip, even for a moment, might very well bring about your doom…

Within the Wharf lay a tavern, filled with all manner of vile men, most living and working on the filthy trade ships, arriving here daily. Few of the locals in the nearby farming communities ever come to the Wharf, let alone frequent such a dangerous establishment.

If you were a woman, either you came into the tavern to work, or you were dangerous enough to hold your own in a fight.

The Wharf was no place for kind folk, nor was the tavern safe for anyone carrying a coin purse without a gun or a dagger for company.

Inside the tavern you see a young barmaid, busily sweeping the floor near the doorway. She belongs to the owner of the tavern, purchased off one of the slave ships some years prior, when she was rather young.  

She is quiet, very obedient to the one who feeds her, and always works busily, both in and around the tavern. No one bothers her, nor do they pay her any mind at all! Everyone here knows that she is not to be touched, as the owner of the tavern would kill you for even considering it!

Don’t let her meekness fool you, as she is not what she seems. If you did look into her eyes, you would see danger floating within those dark pools of green, staring right back at you! In her short life, she has seen too much, felt too much and lost too much!

This has molded her into a very hardened and wise soul, for one so young. She is also very smart, both in book knowledge and being street savvy. Her three rules for survival are,

Don’t make the tavern owner mad…

Stay out of folk’s business…

Do not bring attention to yourself…

These three rules were born of painful lessons learned over the years of service to the owner of the tavern… most assuredly, the only reason she was still breathing air, even if it did smell of stale rum and dirty pirates!

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Question #1 – Our heroin needs a name. I’ve already a name in mind, but this is for you to choose, not me… not this time. What shall we call our young lass?

Question #2 – What should we call the tavern?

Question #3 – Will the tavern owner be a burly old one-eyed ogre, or should he have a hidden softer side to him?

I went easy on you this week, since this is a whole new thing, and all. Each episode will have harder questions, but you’ll know more about the story as time goes on. My hope is that you’ll become invested in this tale, which will only gain strength with each weeks answers. This should allow the story to expand and gain traction, as time goes on. Who knows where this will lead.

til next Friday…

Hugs

What’s love got to do with it…

Daily writing prompt
What’s something most people don’t understand?

Probably one of the most misunderstood things on this planet, this feeling we call love!

Everybody wants it

We all think we know how to handle it

We crave it

We steal for it, lie for it, pay for it, and often die for it

But does anyone understand love fully?

I’d bet my considerably small fortune that most humans DON’T have a clue about the depths of love; it’s power, it’s strengths, it’s weaknesses! Not even close…

Love is a gift

Love is sometimes a curse

Often times, love hurts, too

Love makes the wisest of men act out of character, go against everything he knows to be true… for only one moment, one smile, one touch…

Love is free, and yet it costs us everything…

Love is the cost that many will save for, but an expense few are willing to fully pay.

Love is a gift that if not given away only poisons the heart, thereby destroying the one holding on to it. We all have an entire lifetime to practice the art of giving and receiving love, and yes I said receiving it, also.

Just as it is nearly impossible to understand it, grow it, and give it to others… love is even more difficult to receive from others. We struggle with motives, liars, deceivers, and worse yet, our own distrust of what love should be.

We are each born with love in our heart, and only one lifetime to grow it, use it, and receive it from one another. Let’s not waste any more time talking about it…

let’s eat cookies!

Thursday Thoughts…

How come grown-ups smile when they’re sad, but cry when they’re happy?

Why do we always have to clean our rooms? It took me hours to mess it up.

How come grown ups say “eat all your vegetables”, which are sometimes yucky, but they say “don’t fill up on sweets” when we eat fruit? We need both, I’m thinking.

Will I be allowed to ride the bus to school with Tommy, next door?

Surely, people have met trolls before. Miss Wiwohka doesn’t think it’s a good idea, because some folks can be sort of mean about the whole ‘pointy’ ears thing.

If I climbed those rafters with one of Wiwohka’s pillow cases, I think I might be able to float down without getting hurt. Maybe I’ll spread some hay on the floor, just in case.

I wonder if Pumpkin would be willing to give out rides across the pond, this summer…

If you’re wondering why today’s Thursday Thoughts are brought to you by me, Peanut, it’s because I never get to write for our barnyard, because Lilly and Eustace always hog the computer. It’s not fair, I say.

Well, things are about to change!

Today, this troll got here first!

And, I’ve been writing my thoughts out while she was taking her shower. Don’t judge! A troll’s gotta do what a troll’s gotta do, right?!

Pssssstttt! (whispers the troll) I’m getting out of here before she comes out… (Wiwohka’s voice can be heard in the background) … hey, what have you been up to, Peanut? … nothin (an adorable little red headed troll peeks out from the bedroom doorway).

(2024) If you have to ask, well…

Daily writing prompt
How has technology changed your job?

What a silly question to ask in this day and age!

I’ve no intention of wasting my time explaining things that everyone already knows. Besides, what I do isn’t considered a job… it’s my passion, my purpose!

A job is something one gets paid to do, in dollars and cents, which is something I’ve never received for any of my efforts. I birthed and raised my children for nothing, served in the church til my fingers bled for nothing, and chased after caring for others needs before my own… for nothing!

Technology changing made no difference in any of those categories.

However, I’ve worked in paid positions, attained a college education, and benefited from technological advancement in both. I believe everyone has, so this prompt question is rather silly!

If you know how to use Google then you’re fully aware of how far we’ve come… nuff said!

Here is an advanced cookie…

Wednesday Words…

I know I told Eustace I would help him in the yardwork today,

but it’s so sunny out,

and Creed asked me to play computer games,

and well,

I hate weeding!

I love everything else about gardening, except weeding… ugh!

Today is a great example…

Daily writing prompt
How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?

NO!

Today is not the day, WordPress!

I’ve a husband that just finished finals, and I’ve been running from doctors appointment to doctors appointment for over a week, now. We both need a break!

It’s time for some Icarus. They just released a new expansion so the game’s got my full attention… And you’re interfering with that plan, WP, no offense.

Today’s prompt came as the perfect opportunity for me to show you how easily I’m willing to say the NO word, when it comes to my goals.

Today’s goals?

Icarus…

Homemade muffins…

Time with my very best friend…

See? Nothin else fits!

Don’t think I’d forget your cookies…

That’s always, always a yes… even though the cookies say no.

Tuesday Tinkering…

I have to be a bit mysterious this morning, as I don’t really want you to see what I’m working on. I’m creating the avatar for our Live Novel Friday episodes, and I wanted it to be a surprise. Unfortunately, I need you to help decide on the final touches of our heroine in the story.

Without disclosing too much, I will share the final image that I want for her…

Short day, I know, but I’ve several important appointments that are unavoidable. I shall return tomorrow…

Hugs