Even Word Nymphs need an extended rest now and then.
This one is running off to a secluded cottage for seven days without Internet, while her permanent home is guarded by two Sumo wrestlers, an Army Ranger and Mr T.
In recent times, “sabbatical” has come to mean any extended absence in the career of an individual in order to achieve something–in this case, enjoying a little sun without burning, perfecting her Skee-Ball game, beating her husband at 500 Rummy, filling up on seafood, catching up on sleep and reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.
Thanks to readers who sent in their favorite summer songs, her iPod is locked and loaded for a week of sunset-gazing on an amazing ocean-front deck.
While away, the Word Nymph will be dreaming up all kinds of new wordish topics for her online forum. She’ll also be leaving behind for her readers a favorite quote each day. So, if you don’t subscribe, check in periodically and enjoy the words of some of her favorite writers.
If you’d like to suggest topics for future discussion, by all means, send them as Comments.
Thanks for reading. See you on June 21st.