I have nothing of worth to say but am desperate to write something. Like a trained artist who has great skill but nothing to say.
Ha! Well it’s not quite that, as the literary skill level of this blog is pretty piss-poor.
It’s more like I enjoy indulging in the familiar fantasy that if I only had something to say that I could be a great writer. I don’t know about you, but I’m in no rush to pour my heart and soul into writing only to find definitively that I cannot write for toffee. And so, thus entrenched in petty egotism I continue to mutter our these pointless, endless, fruitless boli of mismatched vowels and mixed metaphors.
Today I learnt a new word: Diaphorase (a flavoprotein capable of oxidising NADH). Not to be confused with diaphoresis (sweating) or diaphonous (translucent). I am not skilled enough to craft a sentence involving all three words. Or am I? The diaphoresis was visibly staining her diaphonous shirt, while she tried to explain diaphorases.
Ha! Job done.
Douse the flame out