Words continue to confuse me.
When I write for my blog, I am blogging.
When I write a book, I’m not booking. I’m writing.
When I write an article, I’m not articling. I’m writing.
When I write for the web, I’m not webbing. I’m writing.
When I write on a washroom wall, I’m not washroom walling. I’m writing.
When I write my obituary, I’m not obituarying. I’m writing. Or someone else is, I guess. I’m deading.
I’m confused. And confusing.
When I try to figure out the language, I’m confusing.
Yes but be careful what you sign. No marriage contracts.
When you write your name, you’re signing or autographing or inscribing or verifying or certifying or agreeing or registering—but not writing.