The word of the week is:
- a word used to connect clauses or sentences or to coordinate words in the same clause
- the action or an instance of two or more events or things occurring at the same point in time or space
- Astronomy & Astrology an alignment of two planets or other celestial objects so that they appear to be in the same, or nearly the same, place in the sky
Here is an example from Westward Ha by S.J. Perelman
The whole sordid business began on a bleak November afternoon a couple of years ago in Philadelphia, a metropolis sometimes known as the City of Brotherly Love but more accurately as the City of Bleak November Afternoons. Actually, the whole business began sixteen years ago, as do so many complex ventures, with an unfavorable astrological conjunction, Virgo being in the house of Alcohol. Late one August day in 1932, I was seated at the Closerie des Lilas in Paris with my wife, a broth of a girl with a skin like damask and a waist you could span with an embroidery hoop. I had had three mild transfusions of a life-giving fluid called Chambéry Fraise and felt a reasonable degree of self-satisfaction. Halfway through my imitation of Rudolph Valentino in Blood and Sand, my wife wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and arose.
Write for five minutes, using the word “conjunction” as frequently as you can. When you’re finished, post your practice in the comments section. It is a week of thanksgiving try using the word in a Thanksgiving Day theme.
Also, extra credit if you use the word of the week in your daily practice! Huge credit this week to Juliana Austin!
So my family is like the worst family in the entire world. Like, totally, the worst. And, but like, mom says we all like have to appear on like Thanksgiving Day. She dun’t care if like she sees us then till the next year. But, and she insists that we come home.
She says we is like her stars that she threw out into the world. Oh yeah, you gotta unnerstan mom, she is like this transcendental astrofreaklogically something, something. I don’t like get it. Like all these stars in the sky move to this like conjunction and like my life changes. It is like way uncool. So anyways every year we all get the call.
It is about stars and celestial plains and stuff and then she says the killer. “If y’all don’t come, the conjunction will change and my path moves to earthly death. I am coming back as a wasp so I think you should come. Wasps love to sting.” And then she would be like giggling and you can hear her bells jangling as she dances from one foot to another.
One day the conjunction of like all her ‘stars’ will mean she is dead, but like for now we like turn up and shows gratitude without ‘tude for the one what birthed us, right.