I’m thinking about voice. When the keys flow, why is it that certain words come together in a way that is unique enough to call our own? The same exact sentence written by two different authors could differ — without context, instead by the reader’s acknowledgement that there is something telling about the person that penned the phrase – this is voice, isn’t it?
It’s the ability to write “sorry” and convey nothing but, or chuckle on the page through a single word anchored in a hint that grows with each letter into a glare.
Pushed into a blank line, words have the ability to snowball on one end, and melt on the other.
This is why I write, when I have the time. Mere words have endless potential. Justify the readers’ time, and validate mine.