I present…one of my favourite songs from The Police:
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Somehow, I doubt the song would have done so well if it were called Every Little Thing She Does Is Prestidigitation.
What’s with these words for
Just Jot It January, #JusJoJan?
I mean, I appreciate the lessons, learning these new words and such, but I can hardly even pronounce this one let alone using it in a sentence properly. This JJIJ thing is really stretching my English language and writing muscles.
I am not familiar with
but I did recognize the word “prestige” immediately upon seeing it. Do I at least score a point for that part?
I never really loved magic shows. I know, along with clowns *shudders*, magic shows are staples of children’s birthday parties, or they were. I actually did have a friend when I was five who had a mother who played a clown for events. I didn’t care so much back then. Besides, she had a candy floss machine.
Magic does have a certain prestige about it though. Allusions. I like the line that kept coming up when I looked up “prestidigitation” online and in the dictionary: slight of hand. Love that.
So I suppose my day playing Dungeons & Dragons for the first time over the weekend would have involved some prestidigitation of some sort? After all, I was a magical sorcerer. I should know all about the word.
The magic of a room full of people writing is my favourite kind of magic lately. It’s like electric current in a room when all those minds are conjuring. It’s prestidigitation at its best and its been my favourite Saturday mornings or Wednesday evenings these days.
The magic of this month has been that I could just write, jot really, and I started to see that I didn’t need to have the rest of the year all figured out in the first thirty-one days.
That’s the sort of prestidigitation I sorely needed.
Thank you Pamela of
I like your view of
very much. Perhaps I can bring a little magic to the world through my writing too.