I'm still lucky enough to live near a river, though the water I hear in my sleep at night, bubbling over rocks and tree roots, is more mountain stream than tidal river. Different, but still a place of dreams. The small pond downhill from my home is yet another world of mystery, full of frogs, turtles, herons, and--who knows?--maybe aliens. A source of inspiration circling me back to my childhood.
The other bit of luck I had when I was growing up was to live in a family that loved words. My parents read to me, bought me books (I memorized My Picture Dictionary long before I learned to read), played word games in the car. I don't know how many sets of Scrabble we wore out. We made up words and sang silly songs we created. Once I learned to read properly, you could find me either nose-down in a book or knee-deep in water. Sometimes both.
So here I am, many decades and hundreds of miles from the Raritan River. After earning a degree in French (new words in a delicious foreign language!), I grew up to be a songwriter, author and editor, and rivers are an essential part of my life. Water and words. Either can take me away to incredible places. With both, there is no place I can't go.
Welcome to Scriveners River!
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Here's a word game we used to play. It's non-competitive and can go on as long as you want.
The first person offers a three letter word: OWL
The next person can do one of several things:
- Change a letter: AWL
- Move a letter: LOW
- Add a letter: OWLS
- Drop a letter: OW
What kind of word games did you play?