This bold display of emotion comes pulled from your heart, pinned to your sleeve, and placed not far from reach where you can grasp each word and feel them over and over again until you set them free in a way of your choosing, novel or otherwise. Words are the sought after drug, weapon of choice, or emotional outlet for a writer and we are often moved to obsession by their effects. To read, to hear, to say, and to write – all processes are evidence of a passion to someone who loves words. Another writer knows the deep rooted connection to words and feels also what it is to love something so much that you cannot get enough… You are mesmerized with the way they intertwine and rhyme from line to line weaving magical sing song verses or progress into plotted poignant prose or fantastical adventure stories… ah, there is no other message that can say it all for a writer.
It is the reader you have to convince.
Words that spring from the page and pull a reader along with them is the desired effect if that is the goal of your writing – to write for an audience. As the story builds interest and you build character you gain or lose a following based on the words you use or choose not to use. Our words must be convincing and true to catch a reader for they are discerning and know if what they hear is unworthy of more understanding. A writer cannot just dump them upon the page and expect to gain greatness in that heap just by the act alone. If they are written for our own consumption then unkempt thoughts and ideas masquerading as writing are just fine within the confines of your personal journal. If they are downright tasteless then even we might harbour them away in the bottom of a drawer. But – if our aim is to gain readership, a following of sorts, we must impress them with dressed up notions appropriate to our audience and prepare their departure into the world. At that point, we expect them never to return to us in the same way. It must be noted here that to be true to your words does not make them true, they may be from an imagined world but to set them free upon the real world they must be truthful and plausible in their message.
The preceding presentation of my words is provided to you thanks to that late night FB status posting which proclaimed my feelings of the evening. The rush was due to the rather uplifting and spirited exchange of words within the penned extremes of the marvellous writer’s group to which I so proudly profess to belong. Regarding my passion for words and writing I truly enjoy the process with all that it can be, all that it can become, and all it can make you believe…
Words, in all in their glorious shapes and forms provide comfort to many but symbolize a dependence that the writer embodies throughout their life. They grow as we do with age and experience, with practice and prodding to become not only our words, but your words, too, as they live on into perpetuity.
At the time of posting I do admit the day was long and the hour late but exclaiming to all the world your passion with a statement that could potentially be misconceived to be pure craziness… well, I think no further explanation is required to fellow scribes who will agree that they, too, were affected by the proffered prose and poetry set free around that writer’s table.
What do you read, my lord?
Words, words, words.
What is the matter, my lord?
I mean the matter that you read, my lord.
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
you could go backward.
(Shakespeare, Hamlet Act 2, Scene II)