Loading ...
No, I’m Not Thankful
I am grateful. I am appreciative. I am even pleased, contented and indebted.
To my thesaurus.
On this Thanskgiving Day, I am most thankful in my writerly life for my thesaurus. It is my friend when I am about to tear my hair out, trying to come up with something other than a cliche. It is my companion when I can no longer write and want some form of procrastination that I can call “research.” It is my source of endless delight when a word I never knew existed leaps to my eye from its pages.
Okay, I’m a total geek. But seriously, even today, I’d choose my thesaurus over pecan pie.
My favorite tome is Rodale’s The Synonym Finder. It gives me the slang. It gives me the archaic. It gives me euphemisms, scientific terms, and dialect. Hell, it gives me phrases - two words (or more!) that convey the same meaning as the one, even though I only expected one!
Yes. This excites me. I know, I know. Go back to your cranberries and stuffing. I’m just going to repose, loll and/or plop down over in a corner with my thesaurus and peruse, skim, and/or run my eye over the writerly tool for which I’m most gratified.
(Hey, a Good Girl’s got to do what a Good Girl’s got to do to keep herself away from pecan pie).
Happy Thanksgiving!