Words will come to me whether or not I want them to. It’s what I do with them that matters, to give them a meaning and a purpose. Then, it’s up to you who reads them to decide if they’re worthy.
Words are just thought fragments, loosely translated into a common tongue that’s never quite perfect. Limits to vocabulary hinder true perfect expression, of course. But, with care and practice, a writer can succeed in mostly getting the point across. At times, it’s only with great difficulty and often never on the first attempt.
Then, two similar but disparate ideas intermingle, distracting from the original thought. Confusion sets in, creative chaos ensues, and frustration builds. Then, writing blocks emerge seemingly for no reason. Fear of losing that writer’s touch begins to swell. The words must then be forced out, as thoughts are still there, but stubbornly refuse to be translated. Perhaps, those thoughts are not yet worthy of being shared. Perhaps, there’s a lack of the skill necessary to share them properly and precisely?
Such awkward moments can’t be avoided when you constantly deal in words. Sentences and phrases never seem quite perfect, but then you can decide that they are good enough for now. They can be altered later.
The words will come, and they must. So, I just let them come. I’ll figure out what to do with them later. Then, it’s up to you to do with them what you will. I am only a delivery girl. It’s your choice what to make of these words I bring you. I hope they do you some good.
Hopefully, my words won’t befuddle you too much. Maybe they’ll even inspire you to write something, too. If I inspire any positive action, or any action at all, then the words have done their part. I’ve done my job, and the world goes on.
Then, I’ll get writer’s block again. Sigh. Of course, once again at some point, the words will come.
~ Amelia <3