Z for Zing
I am fascinated by languages as such, and especially by all the special words that are created over time. Onomatopoeia – words that sound like the meaning they stand for – are an intriguing topic in my opinion because they make me think of how languages probably started to come alive centuries ago. Some examples for such words are: sizzle, cuckoo, meow, boom – and zing. As for zing, it’s connected to love, my overall topic for the Blogging Challenge.
What’s zing, you might ask? I am rather fond of using it when describing someone’s reaction to their lover’s / love interest’s touch. Attraction shooting or crawling through the body, igniting the blood, causing awareness, accompanied by maybe a magical crackle, sizzling current and a special sound reserved for love.
Before I wax lyrical on this, let me leave you with a more coherent explanation:
Urban Dictionary: Zing. A word used by Dracula on the movie Hotel Transylvania for explaining to his daughter the sound fits the most to the feeling of true love.
Hotel Transylvania Wikia: A Zing is a feeling of true love. You only zing once in your life. When one feels a Zing, a pink light flashes over their eyes with an accompanying twinkle. This happens regardless of age and even if the the "Zingers" are not of the same race; mostly seen with Mavis and Jonathan, who are a vampire and human and nearly a century apart in age. Zinging seems to leave the Zingers momentarily disorientated. Mavis said she had a weird feeling, while Johnny said his head hurt (though it could have been from the fall).
If you want to know more about the uses and alternative meanings, check out this link.
The interesting thing is that I had no idea about the whole ‘Hotel Transylvania’ hype surrounding the word, but I still used it and will always use it in my writing. Here’s an example from my paranormal romance novel ‘Playing with Fire’, Book 1 of the Fire & Ice Trilogy and the 4 Elements of Love Series:
She stood rigid, desire coiling inside her like a snake waiting to pounce and feast. The hands of icy mist, not too cold when they collided with her heat, stroked over her hair. Their feather-light touch barely unsettled her curls, but sparks zinged through her body. One misty hand laid itself against her throat, pressing first softly and then harder, much as if she were tying a silk scarf around her neck too tightly. For a second, she was acutely aware of the possibility that he could exert more pressure and strangle her. The dragon inside her, growing with each shaky breath she took, grinned and twitched its tail harder, the thorny ridges on it gleaming like tiny knives.
Do you have a fascinating favourite word like that? Did you know about zing?