Inventive Scholarship

Margaret has been writing and writing and writing and writing.  She stays up at night, bent over her desk, churning out pages and pages of material.  She goes through paper like it's going out of style.

One problem, of course, is that she isn't quite at the level of writing clear English prose.  She usually makes a good (well, valiant) stab at it, but this weekend she decided to pack the whole thing in and take matters into her own hand.

She made up her own language.

I would be heralding this as evidence of her brilliance (and I'm sure she's very clever) but the slight hitch is that she can't translate this into English, so as a language no speakers, it's a bit of a dud.  Still, it's a valiant effort, isn't it?  I like that she's capable of writing some very long words in her imagination.