I always have liked words–persnickety, slurp, ferocious, bumblebee, squeeze, gobbledegook–how they sound like themselves, roll around the mouth and off the tongue.

I also always liked playing word games–puns and hink pinks, making up a crazy sentence from the letters of another word, or starting a story with half a line and handing it back and forth to a friend to see where the story goes.

I can’t claim to have wanted to be a writer since year dot. But I did always like to play with words.

Maybe that’s the same thing, except no-one gave me a word for it.

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