The Language Attic: Glox


The sound of liquids when sloshed in a barrel. See squiggle: to shake and wash a fluid out of the mouth, with the lips closed. {From} quaggle, quagmire, or from the sound produced by the action.

I love the sound of these words. Tracing them back to each other shows how our language mutates. The only one in common usage in my experience is squiggle, which to me is a wandering line made by a pen or pencil that might or might not have meaning.

But glox, the starting point of this exercise sounds like something I can use in my fiction. Listen to the glox to determine the depth of the dregs in a keg of ale.



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Irene Radford has been writing stories ever since she figured out what a pencil was for. A member of an endangered species—a native Oregonian who lives in Oregon—she and her husband make their home in Welches, Oregon where deer, bears, coyotes, hawks, owls, and woodpeckers feed regularly on their back deck. A museum trained historian, Irene has spent many hours prowling pioneer cemeteries deepening her connections to the past. Raised in a military family she grew up all over the US and learned early on that books are friends that don’t get left behind with a move. Her interests and reading range from ancient history, to spiritual meditations, to space stations, and a whole lot in between. Mostly Irene writes fantasy and historical fantasy including the best-selling Dragon Nimbus Series and the masterwork Merlin’s Descendants series. In other lifetimes she writes urban fantasy as P.R. Frost or Phyllis Ames, and space opera as C.F. Bentley. Later this year she ventures into Steampunk as someone else. If you wish information on the latest releases from Ms Radford, under any of her pen names, you can subscribe to her newsletter: Promises of no spam, merely occasional updates and news of personal appearances.


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