Have you ever found yourself saying something you have never
uttered before? Like 'Stop smacking the blue monkey against your sister's leg'
or 'I blew the plug of black gunk out of the tubing so the fountain would
work'? There are just some moments you stop and say, Wow. I wonder if anyone
has ever said that?
This is how a writer is like an artist. We strive to put words together in a new way that will convey some meaning to the reader. Then of course, they must be put into an order where the story moves along, with tension and emotion. On top of that, the words themselves must be raked over, scrapped or kept, chosen carefully, and not overused. Why do we care so much? Words are beautiful. Words are weird. We want the right ones.
Right now, I worry about word count so I can keep to my
goal. Possibly, in about four more months, my
very first draft will be finished. Then on to revisions- by me, by others, word
by word, line by line. I'll need beta readers. These are the ones I'm most
excited about! Let me know if that could be you.
Did you know that you just
read 283 words? Words are powerful. And I happen to love that words are funny.
What have you done with words lately?