I’ve been having issues with the new book. Okay yeah, I always have issues but this time, oddly enough… it’s the title.
I’d love to name it Dirty Side Down. Sadly, that’s a Cole title sound. From now on, anything with Dirty in it is going to make me think of bullets, snarky gay detectives and Korean food.
Word association is an interesting thing.
There are words we never think about how much they weigh until used in a certain context then suddenly they grow fangs and thorns or turn the inside of our brains maudlin with memories of things and people we cannot shake.
Shake. Another word. Milky, sweet or hard, terrifying rock slamming together beneath the earth until its crust breaks.
Odd things those. Words.
Yet we still have problems talking with one another. We talk TO easily enough but WITH is sometimes hard.
I think it’s because even through we all have the same words, we all speak our own different language…even if we share the same sound for chair.
Someone once said it’s odd to think that the brain is the only thing that ever named itself.
And I think in some secret corner of our minds, it’s still naming things, seeing things, hearing things on its own terms while laughing its head off at the confusion it causes.