I am a writer, words excite me. They keep me up at night and they can lull me to sleep. I love words that can unleash some emotion from my readers or from myself.
Fixins- The word is used instead of condiment, for hamburgers/hot dogs. This word kinda just rolls off the tongue! It makes me what to speak like a cigar smoking hill billy from the deep south! I am gonna use some fixins to patch that hole in the wall, pass me some water to make a paste!
Some words give me energy. To use them in writing and in speaking is like allowing me all the rope to hang myself. But, knowing I will never go that far.
Creative- I love this word. It lets me write and say the things I want too, in any way I want.
My passion for words include the different words to express my other passion, history.
The kinds of words to jump off the page for me are:
prehistory—pre man—historic—pre dawn—ancient mysteries—ancient—the dawn of man—cave paintings—thousands of years ago—music—first music—human culture—fossils—archaeology—national geographic magazine—nature—first animals—oldest—rift valley in africa—ethiopia—cradle of humanity—ancestors—east africa—evolution—hominid fossil—extinct
These are some of the words that pump my heart. When I hear these words my ears perk up like a little toy poodle.
I wonder how it was back then for the first humans? I try to bring that feeling of being into my mind. To capture it. To be one person in a small group like that. Compare that to today, when we have people all over and it seems there isn’t anyone place to be alone and to be still.
Scientists say that all humans come from one female and everyone has the part of her in their DNA. One of the reasons for this study is to see if that statement was true or not. Blood was drawn from people all over this world, from the southern tip to the northern frozen land of Alert Bay. The professionals say that we came from one female. So in other words, you are really not my friend but my brother?
I still try to picture a group of people who are trying to eat things for the first time. I try to see them drinking and communicating. No matter how hard I try, the essence of the picture is not there. That intense feeling is beyond me or maybe I need to click my heels three times and chant ‘I want to go home?’
I believe we all have our own favorite words or a phase we cherish. When we hear them our ears go up like a greyhound ready to race. Do I believe they give off certain powers? No- that is why I use a strong morning anti-perspirant stick!
Instead of feeling that oneness of the past maybe I was given a gift of writing instead? Maybe my job is to write about it, to draw out that emotion I cannot express in any other way? If that is correct how cool is that?
I wish now for a big neon sign in the sky, that has a flashy arrow pointing in the direction I need to go. An arrow would be better than a loud voice and a burning bush!