And the word of the year award goes to....



Lots of people pick a word for the day, or even a word of the week.

But what about a word for the year?

If you could pick one word to describe the past year, what would it be?  It could be something that encompasses your life, your work in progress, or just a concept you keep running into on the net.  But the key is to not use any descriptions.  Just a word.

Mine = Dystopian

What’s yours?

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2012 at 8:35 PM

    Oh man! I had to look this one up.

    I hope the remainder of your year is: halcyon

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  2. Timothy J. LytleSeptember 26, 2012 at 10:39 PM

    Thanks, Leanne. Halcyon Times to you as well. :)

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  3. UnknownApril 28, 2013 at 7:36 AM

    Insouciance

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