Verb's the word.

When I write, I mind my verbs. Active. Exciting. Motion. Power. Lately, the real verbs in my life feel … tired. If my character can slink, slither, chatter, plop, why am I simply walking or talking or sitting?

Today’s exercise will be a work in progress: I’m minding the verbs in my life. At a few points today, I’ll jot down what I've done, note the verbs and come up with more specific alternatives. Hopefully, I'll have clear idea of just how I'm spending my day - and pump some life into my action.

So far:

- I read a chapter in “The Success Principles” (a favorite book). Instead: I scanned the pages, zeroing in on the phrase.

- I made my coffee. Instead: I tapped my fingers impatiently, swallowed an Advil and willed this machine to just percolate already.

- I cuddled my dogs. Instead: Well, cuddle’s a good verb.

More to come.

EDIT: Here's more.

- - I ate dinner. Instead: I scooped the muhammara up with the pita, savored the sweet, nutty dip, then dove in for more.

- I was pulled over by a Fort Worth police officer. Instead: I wept openly to the man, my embarrassment over driving without my lights on bubbling over to a pathetic explanation.

- I watched The League and It’s Always Sunny. Instead: I numbed my worn out brain, eventually slipping into a sleep interrupted only by a wet lick to the face this morning. (Yes, it was the dog.)