The title for this, my last ever Murderati post, came easily. And then I was stuck.
I’m all out
of clever things
I am genuinely lost for the right words to express how I feel about the end of this era. Part of me is desolate. The friends I’ve made on Murderati have been wonderful and I hope we won’t lose touch but I fear that may happen so easily. Time just seems to disappear. The last time I turned around it was Christmas. Now we’re well into Spring and CrimeFest in Bristol is only weeks away.
Writing for Murderati has been hard in the way that I find all writing hard — because I want to do my best and therefore I sweat and swear over it. I can’t bring myself to do a ‘I couldn’t think of anything so here’s some rehashed old stuff’ type of post. Sometimes I felt I missed the mark entirely but on those occasions when you seemed to like what I’d written it reminded me so strongly why I do this. Not just the blogging but the whole writing thing.
After all, there are far easier ways to make a living.
I’ll never shake that feeling of wonderment when I get kind comments on my writing and my books on Facebook or via email. I hope very much that I’ll continue to hear from everyone — writers and readers and all the friends I’ve made.
But Facebook — and more especially Twitter — is designed for one-liners rather than anything more substantial. Are we losing the longer more thoughtful — and more thought-provoking — blogs to this Brave New sound-bite World? And is that what you prefer?
How many of you still read blogs regularly, or how many of you have graduated to grazing from your Twitter or Facebook feeds?
One of my favourite parts of blogging here has always been choosing a Word of the Week. Well, as I won’t be doing that here any longer I thought I’d leave you with a selection:
Adoxography — the art of skilled writing on an unimportant subject.
Batrachophagous — one who eats frogs.
Charientism — an artfully veiled insult.
Defenestrate — to throw out of a window.
Exsibilation — the collective hisses of a disapproving audience.
Filipendulous — suspended by a single thread.
Gymnophoria — the sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian — pertaining to extremely long words.
Inaniloquent — saying foolish things.
Jumentous — smelling like horse urine.
Knismesis — light tickling.
Lethologica — the inability to recall a precise word for something.
Mallemaroking — the carousing of seamen aboard Greenland whaling ships.
Nudiustertian — pertaining to the day before yesterday.
Onychophagy — the habit of biting one’s fingernails.
Petrichor — the smell of rain on dry ground.
Qualtagh — the first person you see after leaving your house.
Recumbentibus — a knockout blow, either verbal or physical.
Skoptsy — the act of self-castration.
Tarantism — an urge to overcome melancholia by dancing.
Ultracrepidarian — one of speaks or offers opinions on matters of which they have no knowledge.
Vigesimation — the act of killing every twentieth person.
Wanweird — an unhappy fate.
Xenobombulate — to malinger.
Yclept — by the name of or called.
Zabernism — the misuse of military authority or bullying.
Thanks to Unusual Words for these. That’s all from me, folks. Thank you all so much. It’s been a blast hasn’t it?
Hope to see you on the Other Side.