Save-A-Word Saturday (31)

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:
Anything + Finales + Friendship + Words + Dragons

And the word of the day is…

novaturient  adj. – desiring changes or alterations

“Listen Bastian, I’m not going to tell you again. The answer is no.”
“But Xane, listen to me. I know you’ve worked really hard on this play. I know it’s your first publicly showcased piece. I know you spent hours poring over all the words of the script, all the details of the scenery, all the budgeting for the costumes.”
“You’re right. I did work hard. I slaved, Bastian. Slaved until my fingers bled and my bank sent thugs to wait outside my house.”
“Yes, yes, I know! And it’s great, Xane, it’s absolutely wonderful. It’s just…”
“What. It’s just what, Bastian?”
“The finale.”
“Oh, here we go again. Bastian, if you value our friendship half as much as I think you do, you’ll put aside all your novaturient suggestions, and just let the play be what it is.”
“But I just don’t think a dragon would show up in the last fifteen minutes of a contemporary drama about two couples trying to survive their marriages in a harsh and unfeeling world of big cities and big fakes.”
“The dragon’s a metaphor, Bastian!”
“Yes, but you’ve built a real, fire-breathing dragon to be wheeled out on stage at the very moment the main character goes into labor!”
“You see, this is why you never went into theatre. No imagination. The dragon stays, Bastian, and that’s an end to it.”
“Fine, Xane. Fine. But can we talk about the song and dance number that starts in the delivery room?”

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This is the last Save-A-Word Saturday! I’m sad to see it go, but it’s been tons of fun, and I will always try to keep saving words whenever I can! 

2 Responses so far.

  1. Wow. I kind of want to see this play 0.0
  2. Deshipley says:
    Right? It sounds fantastic! Xane is a man of vision!

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