For the several years that I’ve been writing this column, I’ve tried to keep my whimsy in check and stay focused on the goal of helping you advance your craft and live your writer’s life. But every now and then, as you know, my whimsy bursts through like a hernia in the body of my work and all sorts of nonsense spews forth. This would be one of those times, for I’ve just been sorting through a trove of more than 700 words that I’ve invented, and damned if I don’t feel constrained to share some of them with you.
For you see, as much as I try always to smarticulate (that is, to speak both wisely and well) I have to admit that I get carried away with words. I do. I’m a fan of the snatchphrase – language exported to a new context – and of nonomatopoeia, which sounds like nothing at all. Adlibi. Panicdote. Overaverage. Yes, and bewilderness. When I see or conceive words like these, I have to have them. I kind of have to have them all.
And that’s how you build a collection of 700 new words. You start by being a moxiemoron, too brave for your own good. You subtract sticktoitivelessness, the God-given ability to quit, and you engage in quite a lot of microstasking (the work that gets done between visits to Facebook). You stay out of procrastinationary states, where moving forward slowly slowly turns into standing still. In short, you chose not to be omniabsent, which is to say nowhere, man.
Mostly you have a passion for it. I do. I have a ridiculous passion for new words – but honestly, how can we hope to survive in these modern times without heteroschedule, when Mommy and Daddy make time to make love, or farrightitis AKA Fox News Disease? [Read more…]