Words speak.
Yesterday I did some writing and used the words fantastic and focus, nuance and lyrics, extricate and substitutionary.
Sometimes I struggle for a length of time to determine exactly what word to use for the meaning I intend. Language is a basic and vital form of communication. When you read something I write, it is truly "via (by way of) Iva"--her own unique and specific way of expressing her thoughts in writing. You get to read the sentences smoothly--not in the halting manner in which I write them: two or three words, stop and think, a few more words, lots of backspacing and deleting, stopping to stare out the window and not even noticing the view which usually delights my soul.
Writing is not a flowing art for me; you may read in a minute what cost me an hour of time. I don't seek perfection so much as I seek communication. If the only word I can think of does not communicate what I mean, I simply grind to a halt. (Sorry about that; glad you don't have to drink your entire cup of coffee before I realize that the word I want is "implicit.")
I also grind to a halt when there is nothing more to say! I'm done. If you were sending a bucket down into the well of words that I can provide, you'd draw up a bucket full of lovely words you can usually only find in a thesaurus but you'd be picking them out one by one and wondering what sentence they are supposed to create! "No sentence at all," I would tell you. "Just beautiful, beautiful words. Don't they delight you??"
And just like that, I'm done. No more sentences, just words. I need space and silence to put all those words into more sentences.
Talk to you all later.
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