Tuesday, September 14, 2010
This morning, in Roy Peter Clark's The Glamour of Grammar, I was reading about blended words, otherwise known as portmanteaus—multidude, slackademic, Octomom, blog, even—and thinking back on all the fun I've had making up terms and getting away with it. I do more of that on this blog than I do in my fiction, but in the book that I've just completed writing, there are characters so set outside the norm of social exchange that their way of speaking necessarily involves their own idiosyncratic construction of language. It was thrilling for one such as me, a rule breaker at heart, to live inside that sphere for the past few years. I'm already missing the writing of that novel.
Oh, and yes. That really is a chandelier hanging from the shovel face of a backhoe. I found it yesterday upon leaving the gym, where I'd been Zumba dancing.