Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Where Will My Words Take Me Today?

What is there about words that pulls me from bed before daylight and draws me to my computer? Before the sun paints the sky, I am awake with thoughts and ideas tickling my brain. I can hardly wait to try them out.

This is magic time, because the phone doesn’t ring, and no one knocks. The world is asleep and I can spin words to my hearts content. We are alone, my words and I.

For those who love to play with words, it doesn’t matter what we’re writing. It can be a poem or story. It can be a letter to a friend. It can be an article or essay. We love to write the truth and we love to write the imaginary.

We dabble in the rules. We learn a few. We break more. We study structure. We create our own. We try things out. We take our words apart and look at them inside out and backwards. We wonder. We wish. We question. We figure out what works.

We love our words. We bond with them. We rearrange them. We nurture them. Sometimes we have to give up some of our favorites, and it hurts a little, but there are always more. There are always more words to love.

Words can comfort, soothe, inspire, motivate, teach, inform. Words can make us angry. They can help us love, trust, remember. Words can excite us, or calm us. Words can change us. They change us as we read them. They change us as we write them.

Words can take us someplace we’ve never been. They can take us to distant lands. They can take us to other worlds. They can take us to another climate, another season, another time. They can take us into another’s heart. They let us see through other eyes. They can take us inside ourselves.

Where will my words take me today? Perhaps I’ll see you there, my friend.

Linda Garner


Shari said...

I love words, too. I hope words take me to the end of my story today, or at least this week some time.

Carolyn V. said...

Beautiful post Linda. I love the magic time of writing. It's wonderful. =)

L.T. Elliot said...

Words are the lifeblood of my writing. That sounds kind of obvious, right? But what I mean is what you've just described: the way the feel, sound, taste, and weigh. Words are my sanctuary. Words are my own personal hell. But in the end, each and every one of them is a bliss I can't do without.

Shannon O'Donnell said...

The English teacher inside me is drooling like an idiot - I love this post! Beautifully said, Linda.

I wish I had the willpower to be an early riser. I just can't find a way to make myself do it. :-)