I love the embellishment stage of writing a novel, that point at which the story is more or less (for the time being) gelling. Early on, the focus is on structure: parts, chapters, scenes. The cast; their characteristics. As the novel evolves, the focus is closer in: on the dialogue, the paragraphs, the sentences, the words.
At this stage, I work with the on-line Oxford English Dictionary: oh, the glory of it!
Yesterday, I checked the word emotion and discovered that it’s a fairly modern word. I should not have been surprised.
This morning (it’s not even 8:00 am as I write this) (I shouldn’t be writing a blog, but getting on with The Revision) I checked the word guilty. Ah, it’s an ancient word, with a delicious pallet of colours:
plightful (I love this, and the variant plighty)
faultful (another good one)
blood-guilty (we’re getting into serious guilt, here)
obnoxious and noxious
guiltful (I do love all these “ful” words)
This last is the one I will use, at least for the time being. I hope to send this draft (#3) to my agent tomorrow. And so, guiltful for blogging, I return to my task.
(I know, I promised a post on titles…tomorrow: after I’ve sent IT off?)
Question: What ancient word do you love?