The words were in danger of overflowing. There had to be a way to let them out, to stop a potentially life-threatening flood of verbs and nouns and adjectives and prepositions. Villagers downstream could lose their homes if action wasn't taken.
So I wrote a book. Or more accurately, it wrote me.
The keys were tapped so quickly that smoke came off them. After a while the words had subsided to a safe level and the book was all that remained.
It's called 100x100 and you can get it from the place named after the rainforest, by the way.