“All she knows are big words.” “She only knows how to talk.”they say, misled jealousy clearly the route of their anger. Anger at what, only God knows.
But what I know is the feeling the crafting of words to form a beautiful peace of art gives me. It gives me a a sense of euphoria that can only be described as heavenly.
Any passionate writer whether professional or amateur, romance or fiction etc. can clearly empathise with me. For they the few who have been given the gift to write know that it is a feeling like no other.
So yes, I use big words. And no, I am not going to stop. Because to stop would be an almost fatal blunder from which I can never recover. No, I am not exaggerating.
So I guess my final thought is this; Do not give into the hateful envy of the sad mediocre who would rather prefer to use bland words to express themselves rather than full, rich words with deeper meanings which will leave the reader or listener begging for more while giving their mind something to chew on.