These days I often have trouble finding my words. I'll know there'll be the perfect word for something, and that my mind can feel it sparking through synapses, but I can't reach out and actually grab it. Often the best I can do is find the first letter, maybe leapfrog that way, or maybe I will give it up.
I'm stubborn, though, so that does not come easily to me:The Giving Up part.Actions have convincingly been said to speak louder than words, but words can be actions too - in the right context. And all our emotions seem mainly to be transmitted by energy frequencies and nonverbal movements. What do you do if words are the main way you can do anything? I've heard the term, "BEING is significantly more important than DOING," and yet I feel this urge to do, do, do... and all I have for raw materials are words, morphemes, letters.That's why I'm writing about writing even though I don't like to put this self-referential type narrative out there. It seems like it's not the direction in which I want to go, but writing is nothing if not a surprise. I wish I knew whose quote this is, as:-I should know, and
-they should get credit, and
-the person who read it to me most recently isn't here, and I'm impatient to get on with it, SO: If I'm off a little, please forgive me. In fact I won't quote it at all, just sum up as I don't know it exactly, just the point of it:'Writing is the surprise left over once everything important you meant to say is taken out.' I really like that, and my experience seems to back it up... Like this.Except I was too tired to find the puzzle called extraneous. Next time I promise to try harder.Hard to think.