I guess you could say that I’m a logophile.
Which, in case you didn’t know, is a lover of words. Which I hope, by this point, doesn’t come as too much of a shock to you. (If it does then I’ll still consider myself a logophile, just one who doesn’t exhibit it particularly well.)
It’s because of this love that I try to maintain an elaborate range of vocabulary (although I often hide this rather well behind quite a distinctive dialect.) It also means I research additions to the lexicon quite wildly (I appreciate many of you will ardently dispute the use of the word ‘wildly’ right there), I forever insist that my most used iPhone app is dictionary.com (yes, even ahead of Snapchat) and I get excited by any gift which allows my love of words to flourish.
On that note, lets rewind to Christmas (seems ages ago now, doesn’t it?)
I never told you at the time but I happened to be the delighted recipient of many, many wonderful gifts. To name a few highlights; a cafetière, fluffy socks, a teapot, fluffy slippers…all of which were gratefully received since they cater to my inability to regulate the temperature of my feet, and satisfy my penchant for hot drinks (which may, or may not, be related to my inability to regulate the temperature of my feet. I’m conducting studies; I’ll keep you posted.)
Undisputedly one of my favourite gifts of all was – and I’m not ashamed to admit it – my word of the day calendar. It means I learn a new word everyday, plus some fun facts about the origin of said word. More importantly I now have the opportunity to share all of these glorious words with you! Exciting, right?
But I’m not just going to give you a list of words, instead I’m going to take the words and use them to create a short story. I’ll be creating one each month (obviously using all of the words from that month) with the story following on with each instalment. I’ll promise you now that I have absolutely no idea where this story is going to end up; I’m just going to see where the words take us.
This. Could. Get. Crazy!
(Although crazy by the standards of a fluffy-sock-wearing, teapot-owning, dictionary enthusiast, is embarrassingly quite low down on the spectrum; so don’t set the bar for craziness too high. It’s really going to be more of a ‘let’s put sugar on our Weetabix’ kind of crazy, then ‘let’s shave our heads and get matching tattoo’s kind of crazy.’)