Welcome to the Ben

Ben? Excuse me?

Just to back up, I was playing the Book Worm game on my DS Lite just recently and I was just playing around and put in Ben. Nothing surprises me much with that game, I swear it makes up words, so I wasn’t too surprised when it accepted it as a word. What did surprise me was the definition. I had to look it up at Dictionary.com to make sure. It was true, but the definition on Dictionary.com was more complete.

[ben] 

Scot. 
–noun
1.
the inner or back room of a two-room cottage, esp. when used as a combined parlor and bedroom.

Figures that the Scots would come up with something like that. Reading the Dictionary.com definition made a lot more sense then the Book Worm definition. The Book Worm definition was just the inner room of a two-room cottage.

I mean really, if you picture it how could there possibly be an inner room in a two-room cottage. Unless the inner room is in the center and the rest is wide open around it. Perhaps it’s a bathroom.

That’s be a laugh. I wonder how any men named Ben would feel having a bathroom named after them?

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Word of the Day – Ameliorate

ameliorate: to make or grow better (Dictionary.com)

I don’t think there’s a better word to describe what I’m doing right now. Between the editing my novel and attempting to clean my room I am… ameliorating my life and my novel. I’m actually pretty proud of myself. I found my desktop where my computer sits. Tomorrow, or later today I should say, I can actually put in front of me my notebook that has the printed version of my novel in it. You know, instead of laying it on top of piles of… stuff.

And on the issue of my novel, I’m starting to feel better about it. Things are starting to really grow bigger. I keep making notes of different chapters I need to add, but in addition to adding content and word count, I think it’s also going to make my readers more concerned about the main characters. Or at least I hope so. My first chapter has made a big hit in the few people that I’ve allowed to read it. The trick is to make the rest of the chapters as good as the first. That’s my goal right now.

Now to see what I get done tomorrow. In the meantime, I need some sleep. 🙂

Cheerio!

Logorrhea – Word of the Day

According to Dictionary.com our word of the day means excessive talkativeness. I couldn’t help but think about how completely that describes several members of my family.

I think it’s a recessive gene in my case but most of my family members has it in some form or another. My oldest sister just can’t seem to stop talking. I mean if you’re riding with her in the car, especially when she’s the one driving, once she starts talking she won’t stop. Forget about introducing a new topic, you usually can’t even get a word in edgewise. The most I usually accomplish is just a simple "Mmm Hmm" or "Uh hunh."

Of course my son is no better. He’ll just prattle on about nearly anything, but it usually centers around his latest "thing." Lately it’s been Pokémon, before that it was Bakugan, and before that it was Transformers. Sometimes there’s a bit of Shark Week thrown in. He loves MythBusters and a few other shows on the Discovery and Science channels so you never know what will come from him next. It wouldn’t be so bad but, unlike my sister, many times he’ll actually quiz you on topics. It’s really hard to admit to a child, especially your own child, that you weren’t really listening to him.

But they both come by it honestly, you know? My mom is much the same way. I have mentioned in the car how much I like a particular song usually with the exact words "Oooh, I love that song!" and just a few seconds later she’ll start talking about something or other. Other times we’ll be sitting around at home and I’ll tell her about how I need to do this or that and she’ll start talking about something else, stopping me from getting what I needed to done right away. And anyone who knows me knows that if I don’t get things done immediately then it will more than likely not get done at all.

Of course that gene is so entirely recessive in me that I hardly ever talk. My mom complains about that all of the time, usually in relation to my son. We talk, we just don’t prattle on about nonsense like some people. I’m more of a listener, always have been. I never really speak up. With a radio on I could easily spend an entire hour long trip in the car without talking to anyone. Talking that is, I do have a tendency to be a car singer. I can’t help myself most of the time.

Of all of the things that I’ve been obsessive compulsive about in my life, luckily (for my passengers and coworkers) talking is not one of them. Perhaps that’s why I get on so well with some members of my family. They talk and I listen, or tune them out as the case may be.