Today’s post is brought to you by a word I love, as well as by the fact that I want to get some work on my novel and will be consequently a bit lazy about my blog.
Here’s the lightning round for what is my favorite word history to date: “Story” popped up in Middle English as “storie,” which came from the Old French estorie, which came from Latin historia, where the dictionary redirects us to the obvious modern cognate “history.”
The Romans stole historia from the Greek, who formed the word from their verb historein, which means “to inquire.” Older still is their nour histor: “learned man.” So why do stories matter? They are, at their hearts, the inquires of learned humans.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go pretend I’m a story writer until it becomes true.
Random Bonus: I just found a packet of lemon balm seeds that I misplaced a while ago. Where was it? In my dictionary, bookmarking “baffle.”
To my loyal readers, I come bearing a gift! Fair warning, though: it’s one of those gifts that you might find yourself wishing you could give away at the next Yankee Swap party, but if you regift it, it will only reflect on your own taste.
I’ve opened an account with a service called Scribd, which lets me publish stories and such online. This means I can share longer pieces of writing with you in a less eye-killing manner than the limited format of these blog entries.
Without further ado, I am pleased to present (hot off the pdf press) a short story entitled
Life of Hat http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=25383193&access_key=key-2cqudxe946fz7pubabmh&page=1&viewMode=list
P.S. Thanks go to my friend Marcia for the comment that inspired this story, and if any of my sharp-eyed readers of refined palettes have edits or comments, I would be grateful to have them.
P.P.S. Regarding regifting, I would actually be flattered and delighted if you pass my story around. : )