Being a logophile is not always a good thing. I should know. I’m one. People sometimes don’t like me because of that. I’m prone to using “difficult” words, I am often told. That I expect too much of my readers, especially since I write for the YA who are only capable of so much, they say. I keep telling them–I have a handicap, I love words–words that sound good, that have depth and oomph. I can’t help these words from gushing out of me thinking people won’t understand. And because as a reader, I always did, and still do. And I want to find other out there who do as well.
Anyway, making one long ramble short, I still enjoy learning new words, and that’s one reason why I had set aside Wednesdays–to share an interesting word that I might have come across the week before. The plan was working well.
However, they took a turn last evening while discussing blog contents with a compatriot. Like me, he enjoys words also, but, he also likes to hear about places–exotic, wonderful places that we don’t hear about much, places that often form the framework for the locales I write about in my books. I realized that I’ve been ignoring something that has consistently come up in the reviews of my books–the imagery. Maybe, my friend is right, it’s time to share something I like best–writing about fantastic places and the inspirations that make those places happen.
So, changing Wednesday’s schedule up a bit to start a series I’ve named “A word, a place and something else.” The first two are obvious, the “something else” will be a wildcard, a random object, anything or nothing. (Also open to suggestions).