As a kid I loved playing Mad Libs with my sister and friends. The silly party game could be why I enjoy writing so much. It might also be responsible for my love of lyrical prose and my inability to outgrow quirky juvenile fiction. It quite possibly is the reason so much description creeps into first drafts these days.
But I’m not here to bash adverbs and adjectives. I’m here to tell you a secret. Spell Check plays Mad Libs with me every time it edits my posts.
For instance, my post on Youngest getting into a playground scuffle? SC wanted to substitute trousers for tusslers:
…the two trousers made see-ya-at-school-tomorrow faces at each other.
Seriously funny stuff, right? Not to mention a-w-k-w-a-r-d!
Or how about this one? (You may need to click on it to see it better.)
My Little Sister cheekily donned her editor’s cap and fixed my post so I wouldn’t be embarrassed about my manuscript marinating in public.
Spell Check Mad Libs. Gotta love it!
Did you play Mad Libs as a kid? What other silly games did you play to occupy your time and stretch your imagination? Do you think certain games may have jump-started the passions and hobbies you have today?
Curious minds want to know!
*”My Dream Man” from The Original Mad Libs, copyright 1988