As writers, we choose our words carefully. We labor, sometimes for days, over finding the right words to complete a paragraph, a page, sometimes a single sentence. We know that a single word can change the meaning of what we’re trying to portray.
Everything rides on the words, and we use multiple resources to find the right ones. I, myself, own a seventeen year old, twelve-hundred page Roget’s International Thesaurus that I refuse to give up, and I can spend an interminable amount of time flipping through its pages, hoping to stumble across that certain verb or adjective dancing on the edge of my mind just out of grasp. For some of us, finding the right words can be like finding buried treasure, and it’s with a sense of elation that they spill from our thoughts to our fingertips to become a part of the fabric we’re weaving.