Note: I wrote the following early on Saturday, April 27, Y-Day, but left posting until I returned from hearing La Boheme at Austin Opera. I got home later than expected, however, and forgot to post. When I remembered, it was already the 28th. I could have beaten myself up for fouling out of … Continue reading Y Is for Y’all–Dictionary +: #atozchallenge
A sentence I found while revising my latest manuscript: I ran to the house and collapsed on tubsided. I have no idea.
I'm a distractible adult. I wasn't a distractible child, but things change. I blame the Internet. Open it to check one thing, and I'm lost for hours. It's like a dictionary. You know how it is: you look up ablative and right below it you see ablative absolute, and before you can close the book, … Continue reading Making Whoopee and Little Black Books
Mark Twain cared about words: Pa's boot with a couple of his toes leaking out of the front end; the sow lying in the middle of the street looking as happy as if she was on salary; and Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on. "The difference between the almost right word … Continue reading “Use the right word . . . “: Mark Twain’s Mother
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. ~ Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, III.ii They are free men, but I am banished. And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But "banished" … Continue reading Bani-shed!
"We say that our way of life was attacked on September 11. What we mean is that our words were attacked — our sauntering, freewheeling, raucous, stumbling, unbridled, unregulated, unorthodox words. All that we are in this country came out of words — 18th century words, 19th century words — which in turn wend their … Continue reading Every Word Is a New Idea
At HEB this afternoon, having verified that I had, indeed, spent my last sou on a cup of coffee at Waterloo Writers, I ran my credit card through the scanner. The resulting screen read, Select Tender Type. Tender. Such a formal, old-fashioned word for this new-fangled device. It reminded me of the scene in which … Continue reading Select Tender Type or, Another Reason Literature Is Important
The most beautiful word in the English language is the compound word cellar door. J. R. R. Tolkien said that. I have no idea why. I'm partial to murmur and serendipity. A student once told me that hearing the word button just drove her up the wall. When I was about four years old, I … Continue reading Day 23: The most beautiful words