Title your book with the word “Audacity” in it. Nothing sez, “Beagle, get me my bug spray!” faster than this word.
It. Has. Been. Done.
I freaking hate this word because I see in all over the place.
Let me backtrack a bit. The word, in itself, is fabulous. It’s strong and commands attention. But now I’m seeing it in the most mundane uses. The Audacity of Bananas. The Audacity of Sleep. The Audacity of Being a Couch Potato.
Depending on your usage, audacity can mean intrepid boldness, or bold or arrogant disregard of normal restraint. It’s a manly man word, and one that invites serious contemplation. When you overuse something, you cheapen it.
I’d hate for this lovely word to race up to the top of my Ick O’ Meter to the point where my eyelids invert and the beagle has to fetch me my Pepto Bismol. So while the rest of you are saving Japan, the whales, the manatees, polar bears, and Haitians, I’m saving the word Audacity. And my first official act is to implore everyone TO QUIT USING IT.
Otherwise, I must drink Draino.
That is all.