Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Saturday (18)

Save-a-Word Saturday

The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, “Dihydrogen Monoxide” is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you’re having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it’s down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.

This week’s theme is:

And the word of the day is…
Acrasial – adj.  Ill-tempered
Callum drank deeply from the earthen cup, his brows pulled together in a scowl even as refreshing relief loosened the tight set of his jaw.
“Thirsty?” Bennett asked, bouncing back on his heels, clearly amused by his friend’s dust-caked appearance.
“Shut your mouth,” Callum snapped hoarsely, setting the cup heavily on the table before him. “I’ve traveled a long way, and I’ve been through hell. But I’d gladly do it all again if it meant I didn’t have to listen to your smug voice.”
“You always were a rather acrasial traveler,” Bennett smirked, grabbing the pot of water and refilling his friend’s cup. “Now please, I’m begging you. Tell me what happened. I’m itching for some entertainment.”
Callum held the cup tightly, as if he couldn’t decide whether to drink the water, or throw it in Bennett’s face. But Bennett knew too well that Callum was just a little too thirsty for that. He could bother his friend a while longer before he’d have to suffer for it. 
And he definitely planned to.   


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *