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Monday Messages…

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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!

Live Novel Friday…

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***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

Hang on! I’m on the homophone…

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Guess what I get to do this morning?

While Wiwohka has to go to one of her appointments, she’s given me my first actual job to complete in her absence. I’m doin WordPress this morning… ALL by myself!

The Daily Prompt wasn’t so bad, since I was able to pull from the archives, but I discovered something in the process of digging up an old answer. Wiwohka wrote something odd in her answer that sent me searching for some wordsy explanations. This ant has questions!

Did you notice the part where she used whether and weather in the same sentence?

While Wiwohka made it seem funny when she wrote it down, I didn’t get the joke. What was so funny about how she wrote that sentence? I needed some answers, because I have begun seeing this strange phenomenon quite often, while reading. What gives?

There are a great many words in the English language that have gathered a nefarious shadow word, which follows the regular word around but isn’t the same, at all! I find this very unfair to us young readers, wouldn’t you agree?

Out of necessity, and a good deal of curiosity, I posed my question to Mr. McGoogle…

“What are words that sound the same but have different spellings and meanings?”

The response was a rather wordy one… Literally!

AI Overview

Words that sound the same but are spelled differently and have different meanings are called

homophones (or heterographs). Common examples include to/too/two, there/their/they’re, pair/pear, see/sea, and hour/our. These words sound identical in speech but have distinct meanings, which can create confusion in writing. 

Here are common homophones categorized for clarity:

Commonly Confused Homophones

  • There (place), Their (possession), They’re (contraction of “they are”).
  • To (preposition), Too (also/excessively), Two (number).
  • Your (possession), You’re (contraction of “you are”).
  • Its (possession), It’s (contraction of “it is”).
  • Whose (possession), Who’s (contraction of “who is”). 

Everyday Object/Action Homophones

Action/Concept Homophones

I don’t really have any problem understanding the difference in the words that are similar in sound but not in spelling. These, I can easily understand to be different from each other by their unique spellings. But what about the words that remain almost identical in spelling, but only one or two letters change? Why did they have to make things so difficult?

It’s a good thing that our brains are capable of detecting even the most minute differences in how a word is pronounced, or spelled, for that matter!

Before you start thinking that I was done… I’m not, just so you know.

They didn’t stop at Homophones, no no. They went a step further into the art of confusion by adding another additional type/category for these words. Yes indeed, they did!

Mr. McGoogle calls them Homographs and Homonyms. Oh yay! Really?!

Check out these little rabbit holes in the English language…

Homographs: Spelled the same, but different meanings/sounds (e.g., bark of a tree vs. bark of a dog).

Homonyms: Words that are both homophones and homographs (e.g., *bat

These are dark days in the kingdom of words, my friends. Dark days, indeed…

A bit of this, and a bit of that…

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Daily writing prompt
What do you wish you could do more every day?
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I suppose that writing might be my first go-to answer for this prompt, but there is such a thing as, too much of a good thing spoils the whole dessert.

Certainly, more time with Maisie, my new granddaughter, would be top of my list. Two things about that. One, she’ll be here three to four days a week come May, when my daughter goes back to work. And, two… I’m getting old and my poor back can only take so much. Thankfully, Papa is here to share the load. We tag-team boppin her about. He is so in love with her, it’s adorable to watch. We are so blessed!

I could always spend more time in scripture, which I do whenever I find quiet moments… that’s just a given.

Most assuredly, I wish I could eat more every day, but that is in the works, so patience is a virtue.

Hiking on the low mountain trails, here in the beautiful Northwest. Now that’s a worthy dream. There are endless rivers, streams, trails, parks, lakes, and every manner of outdoor activities and sports events.

Exploring more museums and historical sites throughout Washington, and Alaska. There are so many differing places to explore right here in our own backyard. No need to take a bus, a boat, a train, or even a plane. A car will do just fine.

I will admit that these days, if I’m to go exploring anywhere, there better be a hotel with a hot tub at the end of the hike… just sayin!

Hey, now that’s what I think I’ll settle on for my final answer… a spa treatment day, oh yeah! To be pampered, fussed, and fawned over would be simply divine.

However, at the end of each day, I am content with who I am, the things we have, and the life we’ve built together, my husband and I. If you feel led to do a thing, do it. If you are drawn to speak a thing of goodness and truth, speak it. If you want to be successful and you see a chance, take it. If you want a good and beautiful life, make it!

Cookie?

I’m always willing to bake more virtual cookies for anyone asking…

Live Novel Friday returns…

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I know it’s been three years since you last saw an episode of Live Novel Friday, but I think it’s time to bring it back… but with a but of a fun twist!

We tried The Tuesday Tattler, but it didn’t really go anywhere. That’s not to say that I won’t return to it (or maybe it’s already in the works), but I’ve other irons in the fire at the moment.

Namely, the publishing of my book. I’m going for it! As soon as I find the resources for its release, it’s boxed up, sealed and ready to go. With volume I being released, that means I’ve no excuse but to move on with staging volume II. The story move forward.

With that project, and several others I’m trying to get finished, AND the added responsibility of my grandbaby, here in another month… my time is limited. Because of this, I’ve opted for a really fun adventure that I think you’ll enjoy. I actually started it back in 2024, I think, but it didn’t really go anywhere. That’s not to say that it wasn’t good, nor was it your lack of reading. It just didn’t feel ready, if that makes any sense.

It feels ready now!

Here’s how it works. I release a fresh chapter, and then you guess the answers at the end. Those answers will determine the direction of the following chapter. See how that works? You are going to be able to choose how the story progresses.

I don’t know if you recall when I wrote this first episode, but it was called The Wharf. It’s going to be written as if you are right in the midst of the story. That’s why you’ll notice how it stays narrated but you feel as if you are walking alongside the character into the scene. If we can do this, I intend to dedicate the book to all of you.

So, next Friday, you should have your preferred breakfast drink in hand, a soft comfortable blanket, and your thinking caps on. Meet me here next Friday at 9 a.m., Pacific Standard Time, for some all new live Novel Friday…

The Wharf!

See you next Friday… hugs

Thursday Thoughts…

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My thoughts are somewhat muddled this morning. This afternoon is my first appointment with my new doctor, and I’m a bit nervous.

How many times have I gotten right to the very doorway of a solution to this health situation, only to have the door painfully slammed in my face? Too many, if I am to be fully honest, here.

Putting all that past disappointment behind us, it’s important that I go to this visit with hope, with grace, and with all the praying one can muster! This girl really wants to eat, you guys! Oatmeal is fine here and there, but every single day? For a year?

Without going into painful details, my body is definitely showing signs of malnutrition. This can’t go on for much longer, without some form of intervention.

So, here I sit, drinking my tea, and writing… well, trying to write!

I apologize if my writings always seem to be about me, in some round-a-bout way. When the only thing one do each day is to write, stare at the walls, and sing to themself… I guess that’s what happens. I don’t mean to do it, but unless I talk about my feelings, I’m afraid this is all just a bad dream, and I’ll simply disappear into nothing if I become too still, or quiet.

Am I the only one who ever feels this way?

It’s strange how I can be at peace in all the other areas of my life, but when illness overruns all the good stuff, it muddles my brain, if that makes any sense.

I’ve high hopes in this new physician, as she’s so far, fully restored certain medications that the insurance was fighting, completed my disability paperwork in record time, and enrolled me in several community services, including shuttle transportation to all my visits, and such. She instigated all of this, not me! She actually spent time looking through my records, I think.

Now, I am a faithful woman of God, here, and yet my nerves always get the better of me when it comes to my health. Oh ye, of little faith, right? I suppose the greater faith always grows from the hard things in life, not the easy ones.

Fortunately, my muddled brain, or my nervous spirit, really, have God always in my corner… always on my side, if you will. I have followed this path of His for far too many years of my life to stop now. I know that God takes me as I am… nervous nelly, and all!

If you’re at all wondering, my spirit is in a wonderful place, just now. I’m just muddled that’s all. I write so as to think it out, if you will.

My nerves may be telling me I’m prepping for mid-term finals or something, but in actuality, I’m sort of afraid to feel hopeful, to feel like this time there may be some light at the end of this tummy trouble tunnel!

Either way, I’m going!

(2024) Dead Air…

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Daily writing prompt
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
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Honesty is always the best policy, and I’d like to be as forthright in my answer as possible. I cannot actually come up with any compliments, from off the top of my head. I’ve not lived a life that taught me how to recognize this thing we call a compliment. I have not lived a life that offered anyone who cared, an opportunity to offer great words of affirmation toward much, if any, of my behavior or character… it’s actually been quite the opposite!

Oh, I’m sure that I’ve been offered positive comments here and there, but none have ever felt either sincere or useful enough to carry me to any great height… I’m just being completely honest!

Nothing my parents ever said, came with a behavior that backed up the words draining out of their mouths!

I had a great many men drip words of insincerity in my direction, with nothing more than selfish or nefarious purposes in their minds!

There was no one to push me into an academic or career direction, with words that might lead me to believe I was smart, in any form!

My entire life has been a fight. Pushing against adversity from every single direction I looked! I was discouraged from having children, but I did it anyway! I raised three daughters, served in the church til I bled, homeschooled my girls while simultaneously working side jobs housekeeping, and getting a college degree… while also cooking, cleaning, paying bills, and serving in a miserable marriage for 16 years. When I divorced, the only reverberating words offered by friends, family AND church was… “well, you left!”

For anyone who may have offered a compliment to my person, I thank you for your kindness. I apologize if I’ve not shown any gratitude for said compliments, but I stopped expecting or even looking for them when I was eleven!

I don’t wish for you to think me bitter, as I’ve moved away from that place of loneliness and sorrow. In honesty, I’ve only one compliment that would be worth anything and everything, but alas, I’m not home yet!

With whatever time I have left on this earth, I shall strive to live a life worthy of God’s approval, to the best of my ability . My heart yearns to hear the only words that will matter… Well Done My Good and Faithful Servant! Just sayin…

Cookie?

Inquiring minds want to know…

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What on earth happened yesterday? One moment I was typing out my prompt answer, and the next, we were moving out of our apartment!

For anyone not aware of our recent FunVee activities, some moron decided it would be fun to set a fire in the 4th floor garbage room, thereby, setting off that section of the buildings water suppression units. It flooded all the way to the basement parking lot!

We’ve had to wait nearly three weeks for them to get to our unit for repairs, and had been under the understanding that they would work around us. That wasn’t happening, as there were about 10 of them + us … which equaled out that we would be spending at least several days, corralled in our tiny bedroom with all our belongings. They needed to basically gut the whole left side of the apartment and the bathroom, as well. Mold has become a concern, so plans changed.

In the space of 4 hours, 6 darling young maintenance workers helped us completely move from the 2nd floor to the 5th! It’s the Penthouse baby!

Well, maybe not THE penthouse, but it’s actually a bit more spacious than our previous unit. Though we’ve just a little one bedroom there’s now room for my office to sit beside my husbands. The nice thing about this is because now I have room to turn my closet into a baby nook for Maisie when she starts coming over. I get to babysit when my daughter goes back to work, and I’m so stoked!

It’s perfect for her crib, and there’s room for a bookshelf and toy bin, once the pictures all get put back on the walls. Baby steps! Hahahahah, I just realized what I did, there.

Why must I take baby steps, you may be asking? Well, you try moving in only 4 hours! Me and my island of misfit internal organs had a field day, yesterday. Fibro started banging on her drums, thereby, sending IBS running off the reservation, and finally that left Arthuritis (yes I purposely misspelled that), to simply wipe out my back for the next several days. Folks it hurts to type, lol! My fingers keep falling asleep.

Personally, I think the move was worth it for the rewards…

Wouldn’t you agree?

(for my daughter’s privacy, I’ll often be implementing our SugarPlum, as my granddaughter’s stand-in.)

Monday Messages…

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I’m going to attempt writing today’s word adventures, amidst the chaos of construction! Maintenance has finally arrived to repair all that water damage from our apartment building fire. Others experienced far worse than our place, so we didn’t mind waiting our turn. Anyhow, it might get a bit noisy and distracting, but I aim to stick to schedule with my Monday Messages… these are like my wee journalist resume’s!

One day somebody will spy my little column, and then I’ll have to get a WordPress site for myself. I wouldn’t want to confuse them with Wiwohka’s stuff… and, it might hurt her feelings if I become a star before she sells her books.

Just in case I get a call up, I best get back to studying. I’ve been on the case of the nefarious literary criminal mastermind, better known as “Rules of the English language”!

Today’s episode deals with dastardly duplicitous duplication… a.k.a., polysemous words. You might have thought that what I wrote made no sense at all, or is it sensus? Like how I did that? I’m leading you toward our target literary conundrum… how do we know which meaning goes with the word we’re trying to use? There’s even a name for this lovely little wordage merry-go-round.

What is this name, you should hopefully be asking yourselves?

According to Mr. McGoogle,

Multiple meaning words, are also known as polysemous words, homonyms, or heteronyms, and they’re words that have more than one definition or meaning.

I hate it when they do that!

Polysemous refers to a word, phrase, or term possessing multiple related meanings, derived from the Greek polysemos (“of many senses”). Common examples include “bank” (financial institution vs. river side) and “run” (flow vs. operate). Polysemy differs from homonymy, as polysemous meanings are conceptually connected, whereas homonyms are unrelated.

I chose not to pull up all the different words that have multiple uses, as I think you could probably do that yourselves. Instead, I thought to simply ask the question we all want answered… Why? Why did they opt for this pattern in our language structure? There must have been a reason, right?!

AI Overview

Polysemy—the phenomenon where a single word has multiple, related meanings (e.g., “bank” as a financial institution vs. a river edge)—is not a “rule” that was made up, but rather a natural, organic development in human language.

It exists for reasons of communicative efficiency, cognitive economy, and historical evolution rather than by deliberate design. 

Here is why polysemy exists:

  • Linguistic Economy and Efficiency: It is more efficient for a language to reuse a familiar word for a new concept than to create a completely new word from scratch. This allows for a compact, flexible vocabulary.
  • Cognitive Association (Metaphor and Metonymy): New meanings are often developed through mental connections. For example, “paper” meant a physical material, and was extended to mean “a newspaper” or “a scientific paper” based on its substance. This allows speakers to express complex ideas using existing, understood terms.
  • Semantic Drift Over Time: Words change and add meanings over centuries. A word might begin with one meaning and, through use in different contexts, diverge into new meanings while still retaining its original one.
  • Contextual Clarity: Polysemy is not usually a hindrance because the correct meaning is typically clear from the surrounding context (“I’m going to the bank to sit on the riverbank”).
  • “Run” Example: As a case study, the word “run” has developed hundreds of meanings over time (e.g., to run a race, to run a company, a run in a stocking) by shifting from a literal action to metaphorical applications of “moving,” “managing,” or “functioning”. 

In summary, polysemy developed to make language more adaptable and efficient, enabling humans to manage a large number of concepts with a limited set of sounds or symbols.

Well, the answer was so thorough, I decided that I simply can’t argue with it. Isn’t that a hoot! Me… Lilly the literary navigator has learned some really important stuff today. How bout you?

Snacks for tough questions shall be arriving, henceforth…

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This is for you. If I ate that, it’d murder me, lol. I must therefore, live vicariously through those I love. Bon Appetit!

Confidence is as confidence does…

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Daily writing prompt
Who is the most confident person you know?
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I’m going with Forest Gump on this one!

Just look at all the valuable lessons he’s taught, thus far. Why the title of today’s prompt response, in and of itself, was great wisdom.

Look how fast they roll off the tongue…

A confident person is like a box of chocolates… you never know what you’re gonna get!

I might not be confident, Jenny, but I know what love is.

… from that point on, whenever I was going anywhere, I was confident!

… and I met the confident president… aaaagiiinnn!

Me and confidence, we go together like peas and carrots!

See what I mean? What a guy! Oh, wait! I just realized that the person has to be someone I know, and I never actually met the man.

This is hard because I only know about a half dozen people, up close enough to gage their confidence level.

I’m going with my husband, as the man keeps movin whether it rains or shines. No has never stopped him, but only rerouted his path! Yes, I know I’m being partial. But, as this prompt fully intends us to answer with partiality, I’ve full license to proceed!

My husband! My best friend! My partner in crime! My lover! The other half of myself!

Wait! If all that is to be true, then what did I just say? Don’t think I walked you into me being the confident one, because that would be entirely self-gratifying and I’m in no way calling myself the most confident person in the room.

Doggone it! I went and did it again. I AM the only one in the room!

Well, whatever you choose to believe, here, I simply meant that my husband is truly the most confident person I know. We’re in this car together… til the wheels fall off!

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