I love to write. And I especially love to write about things that interest me. But I hate when writing for a magazine, you have an editor that thinks you need to dumb down your article, because apparently, Americans don’t use words bigger than 5 letters. Even use a small word that is somewhat obscure and boy, oh, boy, does the editor lose her ever loving mind.
Well, guess what? I was called puerile by a lead writer because I told an editor she was an ass. Now, let’s be clear here: I was being honest. Not juvenile. And, yes, I had to look the dang word up, too. But from my prior sentences, I am sure you have deduced that the word “puerile” means child-like or juvenile.
First, I would like to think the head writer for teaching me a new word. I have never heard of it nor used it, but you can bet your sweet bippy that I will be using that one in scrabble. And not only that, I must have used that sucker 10 times throughout the day in one fashion or another. And why, do you ask, did I continue to use the word? Well, because I love learning new words, even when I am called them and it wasn’t true. I swear, it wasn’t.
Anywhoo, I am no longer writing for that magazine and I have to say, I am sad. I kind of bit my nose off, to spite my face, as the old saying goes. I loved writing for this magazine and most everyone that works there are great people. I simply had a small smash up with one lousy editor. But, because I love writing and refuse to ever stop, I shall find another magazine to write for.
And today, I am not being puerile. Go, me!