I had a little twitter brain explosion one afternoon when I was thinking about the editing I was planning for later that evening on a short piece of flash fiction. Think of this as a series of brain farts, a Macbeth if you will, “a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” (one of my favourite lines from Shakespeare).
Why do I love to write? Because I love to read. The interplay of language to describe, emote, challenge, question, intrigue & entertain.
As readers we have favourite sentences or passages that capture the essence of our emotive response, better than our own words.
Passages w/ rhythm, illogical allusions that resonate, visceral gut punch, emotional core of who we are erupts as a volcano
These are the sentences we use as mantra, prayer, statement of intent, flirtation with a lover, standard of character.
E.g. ‘To be or not to be’ or ‘The Lord is my shepherd,’ almost cliche yet strike at our heart’s vortex & echo with symbolism.
This is why I read and write, and why I believe reading is so important, so necessary, so vital to our humanity.