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Forget? About forgotten English words? Inconceivable! I just haven't come across any that tickled my fancy until this little nugget today.
Who thought a vomitorium was the name of the room where Roman's used to purge after lavish meals? I'm raising my hand, mind you. But it's WRONG! It's a myth, or a misconception. Thanks to my Forgotten English calendar, clarity is mine...and I give it to you:
vomitory: a door of a large building; from Latin vomitorious.
(Daniel Lyon's Dictionary of the English Language, 1897)

"For at least a century, mistaken folk-etymology had caused many people to believe that the term vomitorium (related to the above-mentioned word) once represented a Roman lavatory used for purging during lavish feasts. Aldous Huxley had this misconception in mind when he wrote in his novel, Antic Hay (1923), "There strode in, like a Goth into the elegant marble vomitorium of Petronius Arbiter, a haggard and dishevelled person." "
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First--I want you all to know I'm wearing my crown. I've barely taken it off since I got it. Hehee! No, I do not sleep in it.

Second--Forgotten English Words. My calendar is quickly running down to the last pages. So few fun words left! But I did come across two the last few days that were worth sharing.

The funny one:
opscheplooper: one who sponges upon his friends for his meals. From Dutch opscheppen, to serve up; and looper, a runner.
                            ~Charles Pettman's Africanderisms: A Glossary of South African Colloquial 1913

The "oh cool!" one:
to-year: this year, after the fashion of to-day, to-night, and to-morrow. Also, to-month.

I can't imagine I'll ever have cause or nerve to use the first, but the second? In fantasy writing? Could come in handy to add a bit of color.
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First, the fun, forgotten word of the day:

drawky: of pertaining to the weather; rainy, drizzly.

I am wondering if my flisters in England, Wales, and Ireland still use this word.

Second--an editor's pride. My second stab as official editor was for Heather McDougal's novel, Songs for a Machine Age. I'm not afraid to say that Heather and I butted heads now and again, because most of the time, we worked well together. Skype is a tool no writing team should be without! Heather is immensely creative in so many ways, and the story she tells over in Heroines of Fantasy this week is one I'd not heard the entirety of. It does not surprise me that she has dabbled in robotics along with everything else!

Songs for a Machine Age releases this month. If you'd like a sneak peek, head on over to Heroines of Fantasy and take one.
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You I thought I FORGOT about forgotten English words, didn't you? Nah--just haven't come across any standouts...until today.

swacker: something huge; a bulky and robust person. Figuratively, a great lie.
                           ~Rev. Robert Forby's Vocabulary of East Anglia, 1830

That one sounds like it should be revived. I wonder if it actually ever went out. ???
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rift in the lute:  a breach in the harmony of friendship, usually of lovers, over a petty matter. As a small crack in a lute tends to make its music dull and discordant, through causing the air to escape in the wrong place, so it is the intercourse of friendship or love sometimes strained by trifles, which turn harmony into discord.
~J.R. Lippincott's Everyday Phrases Explained, 1913

(this one may just tie for scurryfunge's place in my heart!)

snaffling-lay: the trade of a highwayman.
~Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1919

The former is poetic, the latter is very Alice In Wonderland sounding. Both are kinda fab, eh?
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squiddled: Cheated, wheedled; Western England.
~James Halliwell's Dictionary of Archaic and Provincial Words, 1855

That was too good to pass by. :)

And then there's this:

Have fun with that. Heheheheee!


Jun. 1st, 2012 05:11 pm
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The Shadows One Walks is an even 16,000 words. Pretty cool, huh? Have I mentioned that I love this story? I probably have. I wish I got to work on it more; and after July 1st, I will be able to. I have two edits due in, and then I am done with my part in them. Very exciting! But--whew! I've been in editor mode for well over six months now. The writer is being patient, but thank goodness there is a in end in sight! Once these two edits are in, I'll have only one that I can take my sweet time on--and it is sweet time, because this one's going to be kind of a breeze. (Thank you, Mark!)

Don't get me wrong--the two due in are wonderful too! They're just BOTH due in at the same time because of a few snafus and developments I'm not at liberty to discuss.

Anyway--I'll have more ConQuest stuff later or tomorrow. For now, I leave you with a FORGOTTEN ENGLISH WORD OF THE DAY!

shrumpsed: beaten in games; Devonshire.
        ~James Halliwell's Dictionary of Archaic and Provincial Words, 1855

I've been shrumpsed many, many times. Have you?
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Up on Heroines of Fantasy today, our very own [ profile] peadarog gives us A Fantasy Reader's Demands. Come on on by and see what he has to say. Leave him a few words; I'm pretty sure he'll have words to give back. :)

And, for obvious reasons, I had to share this Forgotten English Word:
power of the keys: power of "binding and loosing"--that is, of excluding from or admitting into Paradise--claimed by the Pope in his character of St. Peter's successor, grounded on Matthew, 16:19; the power or authority to administer the discipline of the Church, and to communicate or withhold it's privileges.
~Rev. James Stormonth's Dictionary of English Language, 1884

Just thought that was kinda cool. Of course, there are no Popes in Finder, but other than that, the concept holds up.
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I don't usually post or read LJ over the weekend. It has been one of those lines I've had to draw. I try to scan back on Mondays (and thus why I'm still here at 10:45 instead of up at my dest) but I have to stop doing that too. Anyway, when I came across this word for Saturday/Sunday, I refrained from posting. I saved it for today, and lo and behold, another fabulous word comes up. So I give you:

quanked: overpowered by fatigue. From Anglo-Saxom cwanian, to be weary or faint, and cwencan, to quench.
                                                ~John Akerman's Provincial Words and Phrases of Wiltshire, 1842

quank, to overcome, subdue; hence quanker, a settler.
                                                Joseph Wright's English Dialect Dictionary, 1896-1905

This weekend, after spending it with GrandWilliam playing and playing and playing, color me QUANKED!

And today's word:
chime-child: Certain qualities, among them immunity from witchcraft and the power to perceive spirits, were ascribed to children born on a Sunday, and a "chime-child" could see ghosts and was a natural healer. What constituted a chime-child was understood differently in diffrerent parts of the country. In East Anglia, a chime-child was one born in the "chime hours," at 8, 10, or 12; but in Somerset, a chime-child was born between 12 and 1 on a Friday.
                                                     ~Katharine Brigg's Folkore of the Cotwolds, 1974      

Yes. I thought they were fabulous too. :)

As it is a Monday, it's also time for another post over at Heroines of Fantasy. Karin's up this week with her post, Heroes in Love. Last week's attempt at writing a story together bombed completely! Eh, it happens. Hopefully, the discussion will pick up this week. Come on over and join in!
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drury: Gallantry, courtship, love, delight. From the French word, drue, a mistress.
Herbert Coleridge's Old Words in the English Language, 1863

Love, especially sexual love, love-making, courtship; often illicit love. A beloved person, sweetheart. A love-token or keepsake, gift...
                                               ~Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1897

Kind of gives new meaning to the old Nursery Rhyme, Do you know the Muffin Man...  

Do you know the muffin man
The muffin man, the muffin man
Do you know the muffin man 
That lives on Drury Lane...       
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gubbertushed: having projecting teeth
~William Whitney's Century Dictionary, 1889

(related to) gubbed, tough, mishapen; Hampshire.
~Joseph Wright's English Dialect Dictionary, 1896-1905

Come on. That's a fun word! Gubbertushed. I swear, the English have a way of coining amusing words.

On kitty news--Lucy is alive, but not doing well. I'm taking her in to the vet in a short while for more fluids. I can't help feeling it's useless, and I hate stressing her for no good reason.

Why, oh, why can't they talk to us!?
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climacteric: by the climacteric system, seven years was declared to be the termination of childhood; fourteen the term of puberty; twenty-one of the adult age; thirty-five, or five times seven, as the height of physical and bodily strength. At forty-nine the person was said to have reached the height of mental strength or intellectual powers; at age sixty-three, or nine times seven, one reaches the grand climateric.
                                            ~T. Ellwood Zell's Popular Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Language, 1871 in another year and two months, I will be at my intellectual peak, huh? Sounds good to me!

I find this intriguing on a personal level, because the age I feel in my head is 36. My characters tend to be around that mid-thirties age and while at their physical best, they also tend to still be slightly dumb-assish. I'd never heard of this system before, and yet it seems to be, fairly and simply, logical.

Anyway, I thought it was interesting enough to share with you. AND--guess who got another Forgotten English Calendar for Christmas! Woohoo! Another year of wordish illumination.I also got, coincidentally, an audio course on how and why a body ages from birth to old age, as well as a history course covering utopia to terror, the late 19th century through 9/11. Ahhh...knowledge. I feed upon it. The hubs also gave me a spun-glass spider, a bat, and an owl to hang in my kitchen window, and a couple more charms for the bracelet my parents got me for Christmas.

My BEST gift, however, was the charm my husband bought for me--it says best friends. Call me a fool, but it means even more to me than if he'd gotten the one that says true love. I love that he's my best friend.

Where are you on the climacteric system of aging? Curious oysters want to know...
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It seems all the best words came at the beginning of the year, because they've been rather ho-hum these past few months. Today, however, I found this one:

higgler: one who sells provisions from door to door; one who buys eggs, butter and fowl, etc in the country and brings them into town to sell. From [higgle] to beat down the price of a thing in a bargain; to sell provisions from door to door. Hence higgeldy-piggeldy, corrupted from higgle, higglers carrying a confused medley of provisions; in a disorderly manner.
                                                                                                     ~ Daniel Fenning's Royal English Dictionary, 1775

I always wondered where higgeldy-piggeldy came from. It's such a fun little term.
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airle-penny: The word is of remote antiquity, and refrers to an ancient custom of giving presents from man to woman on their entering into contract to marry. The present was generally a ring, and in reference to the sanctity of the engaement the gift was subsequently called a God's pennie.*

And it evolved to mean...

Arle: money given in confirmation of a bargain...when a servant is hired.**

Does anyone else see what I see here?

A Carnival of Authors was great fun on Saturday. Annie's Book Stop is a warren of cubbies and crannies where books live for a time; a place readers go to get lost for a while. Patty is not only sweet and courteous, but adorable. I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home. Her staff was enthusiastic and inquisitive. I got to hang out with a whole bunch of writers, both there to speak and to listen (and ask questions.) And best of all, I finally got to meet [ profile] jongibbs, who is as funny, generous, and as kind a gentleman as he is on-line. More so, because you get to see that sly smile of his that, even when serious, seems to be hiding a joke. See--

I left five signed copies of Finder with Patty, so if you're anywhere in the area of Annie's Bookstop in Worcester, MA, and want a signed copy of Finder or Jon's Fur-Face, go on in! (I believe all the authors in attendance left some signed books with the shop, though I'm not positive.)

There's another faboo post by Kim Vandervort over at Heroines of Fantasy: Food, Glorious Food! Brings up some really great points some writers never take into consideration.

*William Toone's Etymological Dictionary of Obsolete Words, 1832
Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1888
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Anyone out there still watch Glee? I used to, then got tired of the hour-long commercial for their next album. I want to love it again. Maybe I'll give it another try. Anyway--imagine my surprise when I found THIS in my Forgotten English Calendar for October 25th:

gleek: a joke, a jeer, a scoff. ...glee signifies mirth and jocularity; a gleeman or gligman, a minstrel or joculator. Gleek was therefore used to express a stronger sort of joke, a scoffing...
Rev. Alexander Dyce's Glossary to the Works of Shakespeare, 1902 

Now...if that don't truly fit the whole shebang, I'll be a monkey's uncle...aunt. Of course, the writers/creators of the show had to know this forgotten origin. It just so happened that glee and geek made the very appropriate gleek. I love when stuff like that comes together, and the little, "Oh, fun!" switch gets flipped inside my head.

Yes...I am easily amused, especially when it comes to words.

Today is indeed Monday, and that means another fabulous post up on Heroines of Fantasy. Karin talks about Villainesses and Anti-heroines. Come on over and join in the discussion. And, speaking of HoF, I was AMAZED by all the people who approached me at World Fantasy because of our little blog. Amazed and pleased as could be!

Last...I finally got to see my little grandbabyboyWilliam this past weekend. Look!

under the cut for a better CUTE factor suprise )
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dendranthopology: study based in the theory that man had sprung from trees.
                                              ~T. Lewis Davies's Supplementary English Glossary, 1881

I really don't feel the need to add anything else...except people once commonly believed that translucent rock crystals were "strongly congealed ice."

That never melted.
'K, bye...
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Ok, this one rocks my world:

pollrumptious: restive, unruly; foolishly confident.
                ~John Farmer's Slang and Analogues, 1902

I am pollrumptious most days. :)

(Oh! I almost forgot! If you didn't check out Heroines of Fantasy: The Reality of Horses, do! The discussion has been immensely interesting and informative so far.)
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This one goes out to Mr. JHR, ([ profile] hirez) VPX-cohort and master of British slang I never quite understand. He is always kind, and never makes me feel stupid. I wonder if HE knows these words, because they're from A Glossary of Words Used in the West Riding of Yorkshire 1811.

I know I've heard one of these words* used. I wonder how many of them still are.

fash: n care, trouble, anxiety
clarty: adj daubed, dirty, or miry
cheggle: v to gnaw at a resisting substance
feckfuladj strong and brawny
jimp: adj slender and elegant
ken-speckle: adj conspicuous
skyby: adj  shy, reluctant, adverse
*whinge: v to cry and sob

Great words, huh?? Which one is your favorite? Oh, fun...use it in a sentence! Use more than one in the same sentence, and you get sparkles!

Me? Cheggle.

"Quit your whinging and get your clarty little ass in here before I cheggle it raw!"


(And if you haven't been to Heroines of Fantasy to chat about sex and love, come on over!)
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all-sorts: a slang term designating the drippings of glasses in saloons, collected and sold at half price to drinkers who are not overly particular.
Silva Clapin's Dictionary of Americanisms, 1902

Can I make my face now? 0_o

No one could PAY ME to drink that. Half price? Seriously? I suppose there were plenty unfortunately poor and unfortunately addicted enough to think that was a bargain. And it's even sadder to know that it was common enough to actually get a slang term. The practice was so widespread, that a method of collecting these dreg-ingredients for all-sorts was devised: a special countertop, perforated with little holes as if elaborate decoration, allowed everything spilled to collect in a trough underneath the bar. Of course, so was the dirty, soapy water used to CLEAN the bar once in a while. The savvy barman would add a bit of the good stuff to the "secret ingredients" call it all-sorts and sell it cheap.

The page goes on to say this was not only applied to drink, but food left on plates. Gives a nastier feel to all those stories in which the heroes rest their weary bones in a roadside tavern, eating hearty stews and sausages. Ugh...

In other news--my copy of The Once and Future King arrived. It is magnificent. Exactly as I remember it, though less battered than my nickel copy of 30 years ago. Yes, I cried a little. Once I finish my book for book club, I'm visiting Wart and Merlin again. I've missed them.

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My own Pollyannaness astounds me. Sometimes, I think I must be rather simple. No matter what's going on (and there is always something) I always at least start the day with the notion that it's going to be fabulous. Ah, me...may the heavens strike me down if I ever slide into pessimism. I think it would cause a rift in the space/time continuum and the whole world would implode in an opposite big bang or something.

Nothing is HAPPENING. In fact, things are quiet and...normal? I think that's what scares me a little. How can anything be normal after last summer? I can't help feeling the weight of the horizon. I don't want to feel it. I don't want to acknowledge it. Doing so feels like expectation, and I can't live that way, so I don't--but the weight is still there despite waking up each morning excited to have yet another day to do those things I love to do. Confuzzling, I know--imagine being in my brain! No, don''s kinda crazy in there.

Today, I'm going to work on the blurb for ATNL until lunch, afterwards, more skimming and trimming of Beyond the Gate. (Cut 2000 words so far!) I'll be putting the blurb up on Heroines of Fantasy, maybe even a few sample pages for the curious. We'll see. First, the blurb.

Speaking of HoF, publisher and editor Eric Reynolds was up yesterday, telling the tale of how a scifi guy ended up publishing fantasy novels. If you haven't already, go check it out. And while you're there, take advantage of your last chance to win a free copy of [ profile] karin_gastreich 's new novel, Eolyn. Fabulous book. I was lucky enough to read it before publication. Whew--epic fantasy at its finest!

In parting, I leave you with this Forgotten English word of the day:

ronyon: from the French, rogne, the scab or scurf. Applied to women as "scurvy fellow" applied to men.
              ~William Toone's Etymological Dictionary of Obsolete Words 1832

male sex organ.
~Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary 1914


Somewhere between 1832 and 1914, the word went from being a derisive term for a woman to a euphemism for penis. Interesting...


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