|Language post (I'm confused!)
||[Dec. 29th, 2003|05:49 pm]
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Does this make sense to anyone besides me (although I'm confused too)? I wrote it, and it brought things to the light and hid them in darkness at the same time. Uh-oh, I'm getting metaphorical. Oh well. I hope everyone had a great day, and now for the dreaded:
Have any of you ever wondered how strange the English language is? Or how even weirder written words are? I was thinking of how everything that has ever been written in English is so completely different, yet how at the same time all these things have been made out of the same long list of limited words. What I'm writing now has many of the same words as what you just wrote, for example, yet our styles are so completely different.
I guess writing is an art--you must find your writing style just as you must find yourself. Without it, your voice cannot be heard, it cannot be distinguished from the multitudes of other voices. It's amazing how words are the same, yet they can be used for entirely different purposes. They look the same, but at the same time one word describes something extremely different from what another one does. Or that even the same word does when used differently.
Gosh, I'm confused. And that's just it, writing is so utterly confusing. But it can be used to accomplish amazing things.
While reading today, I was thinking all this over, and I've now amazed myself by the realization that words make things REAL. The characters and places in my book are so real to me, but once I think about it I realize they're nothing but a bunch of words.
But no, they're more than that. They're my imagination, they're the author's thoughts, and they're the images that thousands of other readers have pictured, each in their own special way, and these things give them substance. So, I guess they're very special words. Or maybe all words are special. Maybe they all have a meaning.