I love words.
Words that bind.
Words that sing.
Words that laugh.
Words that think.
They get in the way of what I’m trying to say.
Sometimes, I become so enthralled with the pretty little words that I can’t see plot or characters or voice.
One time I wrote an entire paragraph centered around the word “ramshackle” just because I like that word.
Oftentimes, I’ve had to erase/delete all of those beautiful words and discard them forever.
Other words grew in their place. Fresh words blossomed and became a new story. The story I always meant to tell.
My authentic story.
Do you ever get caught up in pretty words too?