I’ve made no secret about my love of words and how those words have caused me no small trouble throughout life. In fact, one particularly blunt reviewer of my first book gave an unkind, if not unfamiliar, panning for including some of those words in What if?
I’ve been re-reading the book in conjunction with my currently running Goodreads giveaway (going on now…click to enter off my Facebook page!) and I noticed a few words that might “force” a reader to crack open a dictionary (or, more likely, the e-version of such). But, really, is that such a bad thing?
With regards to my everyday conversations, it’s quite likely some less “common” words make it into my speech patterns. Some examples, which only occasionally get me a quizzical look, and their definitions just in case you’re not already using them:
Torpid – lethargic (oops…how about tired?)
Indefatigable – tireless (I love this word, but boy do I struggle remembering which syllable to accent)
Picaresque – telling a story about a rogue (certainly not me)
Ruminate – to think deeply (certainly too often me)
Scintillating – brilliant, clever, witty (please, you’ll make me blush)
Self-aggrandizing – exaggerating one’s own importance (like, say, bragging about you reading this blog)
Antithesis – the direct opposite (as in clear communication versus my choice of words)
Quixotic – foolishly impractical, especially in pursuit of ideals (the definition of any author and my whole life)
As the link suggests, I’ve suffered for my diction, even to the point of getting a “mark down” on a performance review back in my retail days (I still chuckle over that one).
By this point, I don’t even notice that I’ve chosen a more “exotic” word when I’m talking or writing, they just pop up naturally. I do enjoy them, though, and, as long as I don’t overdo it, most of my friends seem to like them as well.
And that’s not self-aggrandizing in the least.