I think every writer has them, those words that make us want to lob a dictionary at the speaker of said words.
Let me get mine out of the way immediately so I don’t have to think about them again.
Moist. Oh, how I despise this word. I don’t know why. It’s a perfectly good word. It conveys information just as well as any other word. And yet something about the way the “o” squishes up against the “i” makes me want to grimace. Let’s say it together. “Moist.” Isn’t it awful? Sadly, in romance, this word comes in very handy. However, in life, I try never to use it. Blech.
Tender. Again, another word that works well in many situations. Nothing wrong with it and yet it makes the hairs on my arms stand on end. I don’t mind “tenderness” and use it often, but “tender” sets me on…
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