Occasionally, I come across a comment from a reader who states that I have used a word or a phrase that they have only heard used by their families.
I treasure these comments.
My grandmother — Nana — taught English for about a squillion years. She taught her daughter, who went on to get a degree in English.
My father, the proud son of Highlanders, loved language. Any tutors hired by my parents had to be well-spoken.
Most of which seems to have passed down to me.
Writing is exactly like painting. Where a painter uses paint to create the image of something on canvas, a writer uses words to create the image of something on the readers imagination.
How boring a world it would be if painters were limited to the three primary colours!
In the same vein, I refuse to paint word pictures using vocabulary limited to only Lowest Common Denominator language.
So, as I have gone through life, I have collected words from books, from conversations, from correspondence, and from anywhere else that words may be found.
Just as there are some scenes which require a dab of burnt umber — and brown simply will not do — there are some paragraphs which require ‘bushwa’ or ‘ye gods and little fishies’ — any other word or phrase simply will not do.
It is pleasing to me that I have Gentle Readers who seem to enjoy the language as much as I do, and I thank you for it.