Words think, talk, move, talk back, and feel… deeply. Have you noticed that once you type them out or jot them down, they start to have a mind of their own? They love to pounce on you just when you’ve taken off your shoes and settled back for a snooze…
“Surprise!” they shout, marching you to the computer and forcing you to sit there until they’ve finished telling you how they and not you want that sentence or paragraph to read.
They also like to keep secrets from you… hiding their meaning and driving you crazy until you finally uncover it somewhere in the back of the linen closet or behind the bag of bird seed in the tool shed.
How do I know that words are living entities? Because I've discovered they can be jealous, hateful, spiteful, resentful, depressed, bored… they possess the full range of emotions that all humans are born with and often spend entire lifetimes trying to tame.
Beware: when you use words, they will use you in return. It’s a “give and take,” so for that reason, I like to think of them as one of my closest friends because their love is unconditional. This is both good and bad (!).
The most important reason why words and I have some great times together is because I want whatever I write to be engaging, and deliver something in a way that it has never been delivered before.
No stale words ever lie around on my desktops or kitchen counters, and no one will ever raid the cupboards for someone else’s munchies when my words are in the area. Vibrant, imaginative and fun, they’re always ready to embark on another adventure, whether it means trying out a new plot or entering into a different, maybe outrageous and even absurd dialogue with memorable characters.
If words and I are working together on an article, I let them lead the way: showing me how to state the facts clearly and succinctly and how to support those facts with solid evidence. Whenever possible, they urge me to get a scoop: to dig deep and discover information not yet published or publicly known. Censored information is the juiciest and most impudent of all.
You see what I mean? Words are always wandering off with their own agendas. So I think it’s time to nail them down.