There’s nothing a writer likes better than to play with words. Sometimes — okay, maybe most times — we like the words to make some kind of sense… to resonate either with us as their creator or with potential readers. The choice of words and the order in which they are strung together determine how they affect us.
We don’t require poetry to follow stringent rules of grammar, but we still expect the words to be meaningful. Whether they are contained in prose or poetry, however, our understanding of them, and whether or not they are meaningful, will depend upon our personal perspective… our previous exposure and response to them.
In the initial stages of writing,
like gurgling waters from a geyser,
bubbling up and
to splatter on a page.
We don’t have a lot of control over them,
certainly not at first.
It’s during revisions
that we stare at the mess we’ve made.
We dab at it
in an attempt
to contain the chaos…
to reorder the words
into a semblance of organized storytelling.
An entire novel
originates with a single thought,
but it’s one that must expand
and be reworked
before it becomes recognizable.
Writing it is a combination of
creativity and craft,
exhilarating and exhausting.
More from James Douglas…
“It is a good idea to be alone in a garden
at dawn or dark
so that all its shy presences
may haunt you and possess you
in a reverie of suspended thought.”