Fifty years ago I got marks off on my first long paper in an english class. It was about Dante's Inferno, which I'd already read some of in italian since I took italian as an afterschool college class when I was in high school but now had read in english translation. The marks all said diction
. At the time, I had no idea what the teacher meant, but she explained when I asked: they were about my being too informal for an academic paper.
We all know I still write with leaves from that old tree, as I play with language as long as I'm awake and maybe in my dreams, which can be pretty talky while speeding along unexplainably. That play with words is often quiescent, but always in my brain. Sometimes I find out some element of what I am thinking at the same time the reader does. That sounds odd but I remember reading about this phenomenon within the last week, and not negatively, No link, though.
I can understand thinking as NinaDee does, but gather she doesn't yet know that language has an amoebic quality and is richer for it.
Oh, by the way, I'm not preggers.