I’m a writer; I write words. I work with words as a potter shapes clay, or insert another less cliche analogy here.
Some might call me a wordsmith.
Most won’t. But that doesn’t negate the “wordsmith” in the subtitle of my blog — along with “wandering” and “a.”
As a wordsmith, I’m prone to make up words from time to time. But it’s totally cool, because I have an English degree and thus am authorized to do with the English language whatever I please.
And they say you can’t do anything with an English degree. BLARFMUFFINS.
Since everyone loves weekly segments, I’m starting a new thingermabopper called Wordy Thursday, a collection of words I’ve crafted from the clay.
Wednesday’s got enough going on while poor Thursday rots in obscurity. Plus, there’s some pretty sweet assonance, consonance, and slant rhyme rockin’ with Wordy Thursday.
Like I said, I’m officially licensed with the English language. It’s okay.
Today’s inaugural Wordy Thursday word will refer back to the gem of a clay pot of a word that I employed near the beginning of this post:
BLARFMUFFINS \ BLARF-muf-finz \ noun, pl.
1. An exclamatory equivalent to “nonsense!” or “hogwash!” The only word in the English language written in all-caps.
I now give you permission to exclaim BLARFMUFFINS whenever someone says you can’t accomplish your dreams or chug that bowl of cinnamon, or both. Exclaim it loud and proud, and just give me the credit when the cinnamon engulfs your eye sockets.
Until the next wondertastic Wordy Thursday, this is your wandering wordsmith signing out.
Get it? Signing out? Cuz I love words and writing and that’s my craft and stuff.