Slightly Maladroit
I was recently told that I talk incessantly, a fact that I know very well to be true. In an effort to cure my talkativeness (talkativity? talkiness?), I have started this blog, which hopefully you will find entertaining, perhaps interesting, somewhat relatable, and of course, slightly maladroit. Maladroit means awkward, and I have been having a torrid love affair with this word ever since I found it. I was thirteen. I had settled down with my favorite book (Crown Duel by Sherwood Smith--if you're interested), prepared to see what happened next, when I saw it. There, slightly up from the bottom left of the left page, but at the end of a sentence so it was more towards the spine, it was. "Forgive my maladroitness." My thirteen-year-old mind didn't yet know the word, but we became acquainted very quickly thanks to Webster's dictionary. I could not believe that I had found someone so very like me! I was awkward all the time! Hurrah! After our acquaintace, I used maladroit shamelessly. Perhaps I should not be proud of it, but I loved it.
And that brings us to today. This blog will probably always infuse a little awkwardness into your day. I embrace and encourage this.











