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My Query in a Wordle

It's cool! It's neat! It's Wordle!!

 Here's my MEMORIES OF ME Query in Wordle form:)

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  1. I need to try that with one of my books some day.

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  2. Now, if I could figure out how to make it big enough to read, I think it might be cool!

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  3. These are soo cool! I've seen a few round the blogosphere recently. I must go try it!

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    1. I really was cool! It was pretty easy to create. There are lots of editing you can do, such as colors and fonts, but I just left mine like this. The only thing is I don't know how to make the picture larger without blurring it. Anyone know?

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  4. These are really cool. Is there like a website to make these?

    www.modernworld4.blogspot.com

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  5. Wordle is always fun. Tried it with my query and, as expected, the MC's name is the biggest, followed fast by angel. ^_^

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    1. Hmmm, Book seems to be dominating the stage, followed by River,Shae and memories...

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  6. Of course I just went and did this to my own query (and killed 15 minutes playing with the colors)! Thalia is biggest, followed by dragon, and killer. Now I have to figure out how to save it... *grumble*

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    1. I know, I couldn't figure it out either. I took a screenshot.

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    2. Ah! I should have thought of that! Now I will waste another 15 minutes making it perfect again...

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  7. This is what I do with my MS after its 'done'. Then I can find which words I use too much :)

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    1. You can actually put an entire manuscript in there? Wow. That would be interesting...

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  8. That is beyond awesome. I love it. (Also love the new look for your blog)

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  9. Thanks Kelly! I usually change my blog template weekly, but for now, I really like this one. A lot. So I think I'll keep it for awhile!

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