To keep with the theme of historical words, I have chosen the word “newfangled.” According to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, the word originated in the fifteenth century, which surprised me. Middle English, from newefangel, it means to take, seize.
The two modern definitions in Merriam-Webster are attracted to novelty, and of the newest style and kind. Wiktionary says modern, unfamiliar, or different.
Why did I chose newfangled? Several reasons, actually.
Writing Prompts & Thoughts & Ideas…Oh My! stands in the midst of several newfangled additions. First, we are moving to a new blog site. We wanted a more flexible site that will appeal to more writers so it’s a complete reconstruction.
Also we’re adding a new blogger, John Brewer to the mix. A major in physics and engineering, John brings a whole new perspective on varied subjects. Here’s a sneak peek…
Born into a Navy family, John has lived all over the United States. Though trained as a physicist his deepest passions are writing, spirituality, and how technology is intruding upon traditional definitions of humanity.
These conflicts thread through John’s novels, which straddle the fence between thriller and science fiction.
On January 1st, 2013, all this newness will be revealed. So we’re asking you to spread the word to all your writer friends and make sure and bookmark the new site on January 1st. Be ready to transition to https://writingpromptsthoughtsideas.wordpress.com/ whenever you can. A “follow” would be nice 🙂
Newfangled. All this change has not come easy for me, but without change, growth is not really possible. And who doesn’t want to grow? Hope 2012 found you blessed and looking forward to 2013…
Isaiah 54:2-3 “Enlarge the place of your tent, and let them stretch out the curtains of your dwellings; do not spare; lengthen your cords, and strengthen your stakes. For you shall expand to the right and to the left, and your descendants will inherit the nations, and make the desolate cities inhabited.”
Writing prompt: Bubba stared at Elise, pointing at the object on the front porch of the dilapidated farmhouse. “Where’d ya get that newfangled…”