Save-A-Word Saturday,  Writing

Save-A-Word Saturday (27)

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…

Somandric – adj. Pertaining to the human body


“So how about it?” Gregson draped his arm around Lora’s shoulder, and with a grimace she shrugged him off.

“Gregson, I wouldn’t go out over open water with you if the whole world was on fire and the ocean was the only place to watch it burn.”

“You’re just off-put by my reputation,” Gregson grinned, following her through the small back store room as she searched for the last canister of salt.

“Off-put? Repulsed and revolted, more like it,” Lora replied, reaching up to a high shelf and then swatting away Gregson’s hand as he tried to hold her waist from behind.

“But my beauty, you’ve got it all wrong!” Gregson’s eyes glittered with mischief, and Lora hated herself for finding those eyes entrancing. “I’m a professional you see. All those rumors, they’re just misunderstandings. I’m a mapmaker, really.”

“A mapmaker, huh?” Lora grabbed the salt and turned back to Gregson. “Tell me, what kind of mapmaker needs to dishonor women on a regular basis, as part of his professional duties?”

Gregson gave her dark, tempting smile. “I’m a somandric mapmaker, don’t you know,” he said. Lora gave his handsome face one lingering second of consideration, before a shudder skittered across her entire body, and she pushed past Gregson to get out of the constrictive room.


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