Some of us are hard-wired to forms and shapes. My son sees a pile of junk, but it isn’t a pile of junk. It’s a tool bin or a bird feeder or a dog house. He sees it in 3D and builds what his mind’s eye sees. I see pictures too, though not three-dimensionally. Always flat, like a frame clipped from a moving picture or a still photograph.
But words? Oh my. Words. More words. Then more words. They bite and scratch trying to be the first to escape my lips or pour out of my fingers into a keyboard. I’m sure I was born this way, with gazillions of words. Noisy words.
Words don’t just loll about, politely waiting their turn to speak. They jabber and squawk, carry on monologues to which nothing and no one is listening. They whine and complain if they feel I’m not paying enough attention — that is to say, all the time.
Pay enough attention? There isn’t enough attention available in a human lifetime to attend the needs of all those words! I can’t give them away. I can’t sell them. I can’t shut them up!
I’ve been trying to find a way to offload my cargo of words since I was old enough to know what they are and now? I can’t write fast enough. Quincunx and vernacular. Oxymoron and fantastical. So many words, so little time. And me with only one mouth and ten fingers … and not nearly enough readers and listeners. Perhaps, in all the world, there could never be enough.
- FOR THE PROMPTLESS – S. 2, E. 7 – LOGOMANIA (TheQueenCreative.wordpress.com)
- All About Words. (meenas17.com)
- I miss the words… (wanderingfeetblog.wordpress.com)
- Attention word nerds: 13 mysteries of the vernacular, solved (pochp09.wordpress.com)