A Wordy Life

I live a wordy life. I could read before I went to school and have consumed the written word voraciously ever since. It provides a singular joy, this magical ability to decode combinations of letters into words that create stories, provide information, educate and entertain. Words are such a compulsion that I even listen to audio books in the car and when I’m gardening, the sounds flowing over me, reminding me that words are alive and are meant to be heard as well as read.

As a sometimes-writer, I try to ensure I frame my writing so as to create coherent stories – both for myself and for potential readers. This goal meets with variable success, although I do read my work out loud to myself so that I can get a feel for its cadence. I focus on the words and try to get a feel as to whether they flow the way I want them to. I think it helps.

The group chose 500 word limit for our homework pieces specifically to help us hone our writing skills.by eliminating unnecessary ‘fluff’.. I found this to be quite a challenge to start with, but attending a micro fiction workshop a while ago reframed that for me. Participants were given a word limit of just 100 words per piece, which meant we had to make every-single-word count, avoiding all the usual things (cliches, verbiage, etc) and yet still have a clear arc to the story. Key to this, the facilitator said, was to infer more than is actually said. This allows the reader to engage more fully with the story, imagining it as bigger than the words on the page.

At 100 words that’s quite a challenge, but it did make me look more closely at my writing, remove redundancies and be grateful for the 500-word group limit! So it’s onwards and upwards – this time with the writing prompt of selecting a photo and then writing about what’s not shown in-shot. I’ve chosen one from the archives and will see where that takes me. Hmmm…