Copyblogger called me names! He said I’m a Fancy Nancy writer! You know what? He’s right! I proudly admit that my personal voice is fancy. Whaddayagonnadoaboutit? Hunh? (He said, wiping his nose on his sleeve.)
What’s wrong with using the vocabulary you’ve developed over the years? What’s wrong with peppering your speech with the other languages that you speak–if you’re smart you know your crowd and you write to them.
Copyblogger (and I highly recommend his blog!) is spot on about knowing who you’re writing for and to make sure you communicate as clearly and as precisely and as simply as possible. But right now and right here, I’m going to toss my pink feather boa around my patrician neck, slip the over-sized sunglasses down my nose and mutter a defiant ‘tsk, tsk’ and continue sashaying my way down primrose lane. As my 8th grade English teacher, Mr. Olson, said to me, “Petunias don’t cry in the onion patch.”