Mea Culpa

**Brief update: My home was burglarized, and my laptop and wireless router were stolen. I'll be around, but it's going to take some time for me to recover. Write on. It's all you can do...


I LOVE WORDS! (like octogenarian) I'm obsessed by words and by the art of communication. (try superfluous) It's a good thing I'm a professor of writing and English. (what about zyzzyva) For the love part, not for the ability, as you will probably see by looking at my work. (say vicissitude) Oh, the ghastly state of affairs at having evidence of such irreverent, and sometimes careless, use of the language teaching our youth. (take on miasma) You better believe it, baby. It's a passion to teach and to write. (did you ever want to be an ecdysiast?) I'm happy, I'm fortunate, and I want to share it and pass along the contagion (oooh, good word).

Hello all you fantabulous writers out there. (is there any word better than absquatulate?) Longtime writer with absolutely no genre to call my own. (but oleaginous is good, too) I spend my time both dabbling myself and helping others. (I drool over the word apolaustic) Not only do I teach, I also volunteer around the city of Phoenix. (I am constantly engaged in floccinaucinihilipilification) In November, I'm the municipal liaison for Nanowrimo (National Novel Writer's Month), and I spend my Wednesday nights at the Women's resource center with a group of women who have only one thing in common: a love of writing. (if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, how can one suffer from kalopsia?) So, ooga booga, and here's to the finger-dancing. (writers can never be bibliobibuli)

So many words, so little time!!!

Oh, yeah- I'm a professor of writing and literature, but I also say, "the halls of erudition are filled with the echoes of bombasts and lackeys."

Mea Culpa

p.s. I hate that I must say this. I'm not interested in being "friended" just to add to your numbers. I am looking for genuine people, genuine writers, and those who take their writing seriously, but not necessarily themselves. (I may have to lapidate you)