…and as a writer, I think that’s perfectly acceptable. There have been many times in my life when someone’s asked, “Is that a word?” And my response is always, “I just said it, so it must be.”
I stand by my belief that I am the originator of the word vomituous, but I have no idea how the world discovered my brilliance. Maybe someone hacked into my little Hello Kitty diary when I was thirteen, who knows?
Anyway, I bet you know why I’m writing this post now. Sensitiviality, you ask? Why the hell not!? As an assignment from the writers conference I attended last week, I had to come up with an “ingredient list” of 100 words that make up who I am. It was really a fun exercise, even though a few friends contributed such oddball answers as “corny dogs” and “jumper cables.” (I don’t remember the last time I ate a corny dog, and I’ve never owned a pair of jumper cables.) So sensitive is a word that people have used to describe me since before I was born, I think. I can’t outgrow it, either. I am sensitive; I always have been sensitive; I always will be sensitive. That’s just me. And passionate and driven both came up, which sort of led me to vitality. I like the juxtaposition of the two words. I mean, I think that I– by definition– am juxtapositionish. I’m a little wishy-washy… nothing’s every black and white to me, but I might flip-flop between dark grey and light grey in a moment’s notice. That’s why I have such a hard time committing to political issues. (Both sides make such good/bad points!)
Anyway. So there’s the explanation behind my new blog title. Have you made up any words you’d like to share with the world? I’d love to add some words to my vocabulary!!